Emerging breathless from a shadowy forest I saw him standing across a bright meadow having just emerged from a shadowy forest of his own. I aimed my rifle at him and he aimed his rifle at me. I pulled the trigger and my bolt jammed. Panicked I dropped to my belly and worked frantically at the bolt and saw he was doing the same. Studying him through a squint I noticed that we were dressed in the same tattered uniform, that we looked quite similar if not exactly alike, that he seemed to be squinting and studying me too, his head tilted just like mine. All the while my hands were working and soon I got the bolt unjammed and standing tall I fed a fresh copper-jacketed round into the chamber bolted it home took aim just as he did and fired.  

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