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	<title><![CDATA[The Sniper’s Promise WWII American Soldiers Military Base]]></title>
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	<description><![CDATA[The ruins of Stalingrad were a maze of death. Sergeant Yelena Morozova lay prone in the rubble, her Mosin-Nagant rifle pressed against her shoulder, her eye to the scope. She was a sniper, one of the best. The Germans called her the "White Death." She had thirty-seven confirmed kills.<br /><br />But she was tired. So tired.<br /><br />A shadow moved beside her. She almost fired, but then she saw the face-a young lieutenant, his uniform torn, his eyes wide.<br /><br />"Don't shoot," he whispered. "I'm on your side."<br /><br />His name was Mikhail. He was a scout, sent to find enemy positions. He crawled into her hiding spot, his body close to hers, his breath warm in the frozen air.<br /><br />"You're the sniper," he said. "The one they talk about."<br /><br />She didn't answer. She was watching the German lines, waiting for a target.<br /><br />"Why do you do it?" he asked.<br /><br />She didn't look at him. "Because someone has to."<br /><br />He was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "I'll watch your back."<br /><br />They fought together for three days, sharing the same hiding spot, the same rations, the same silence. On the third night, under a sky full of stars, he kissed her.<br /><br />"When this is over," he whispered, "I'll find you."<br /><br />She touched his face, felt the stubble, the warmth.<br /><br />"Don't make promises you can't keep."<br /><br />He smiled. "This one I'll keep."<br /><br />The next morning, he was gone. She didn't know if he was dead or alive. She only knew that she had to survive. She had to see him again.<br /><br />The war ended. She went home. She waited.<br /><br />One day, a knock on the door. She opened it.<br /><br />He stood there, older, thinner, his hair gray. But his eyes were the same.<br /><br />"I told you I'd find you," he said.<br /><br />She pulled him inside, held him close, the years falling away.<br /><br />He had kept his promise. And she had kept hers. She had survived.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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