It lit up the bleak rubble like a spotlight and though it was small and muted, a trained eye could pick it out of the twilit remnants of this little town. And besides, its ruby glow was unmistakeable for a lit end of a cigarette; often times, it was the only sort of warmth a soldier was likely to find in the cold nights of the desert. Hope he enjoys it.
I sight it through my scratched scope, gauging the distance between us. 800 meters? Maybe 850. Not an easy shot, but manageable. I check the little flag I’d attached to the broken wall in front of me; hmm, a little too much wind and it looks a little like a cross wind was coming up from the other flag I’d set up down the street. A manageable shot was starting to get a little too difficult to risk it.