How Canadian Snipers Were So Precise the Germans Thought They Used Witchcraft

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November nineteen forty-three, Moro River Valley, Italy. Captain Ernst Weber pressed his back against the cold stone wall of the farmhouse, his breath coming in short bursts that clouded in the freezing air. Three of his men were dead. Not from artillery. Not from machine gun fire. Just dead. One moment they were alive, talking about letters from home, and the next moment they simply dropped. No warning. No sound of a shot until after the bullet had already done its work. Weber had been a soldier since Poland in nineteen thirty-nine. He knew what combat sounded like. This was different. This was something else entirely.