“When I first got the sniper rifle, I couldn’t bring myself to kill a living being: one German was standing there for about four minutes, talking, and I let him go.

When I killed my first one, he fell at once. Another ran out and stopped over the killed one, and I knocked him down too…When I first killed, I was shaking all over. The man was only walking to get some water! I felt scared. I’d killed a person!

Then I remembered our people and started killing them without mercy. I’ve become a beast of a man. I kill, I hate them as if it is a normal thing in my life. I’ve killed forty men, three in the chest, the others in the head. When you fire, the head instantly jerks back or to the side. He throws up his arms and collapses.”
– Anatoly Chekhov, Soviet Red Army Sniper. World War Two.
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