Within the hour, Bennett had a new scoped Lee-Enfield, a used balaclava and a freshly minted sniper’s smock that contrasted sharply with the faded brand worn by the rest. Struggling to slip it over his head and then snap it shut under his legs, Bennett crowned his new garb by sticking a collection of slender twigs in his helmet netting for scrim and propped it awkwardly on his head. He remembered sage advice imparted by a former sergeant: “Even if you guys are nothing, try and look like something!” His attempt, however, left the private looking, in his estimation, less like a fierce Highland
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