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sniper had fired from and believed he would move further away from the man who set himself up as a target but he wouldn’t move too far as he had to cover the front of our barricade. I had Joe move out on the right slightly and he was to push a bush on the skyline with a long stick just gently, I didn’t want it to obvious.
    It took me ten minutes of moving very slowly to my new position beside a group of small head sized rocks; I then gave Joe the signal and started scanning the trees, got him he had moved. He had climbed a tree and was doing the same as me, he had seen Joes bush move and was giving it a good look, by, by, Mr Sniper. I squeezed the trigger and his head jerked back and he fell out the tree, the rifle however was still hanging in the tree. I wondered if Mr cocky would go for the rifle or send some other poor git, I smiled it was himself Mr cocky he was moving just right nice and slow. His head came into view and then ducked back, yeh he was suspicious alright but I was patient and knew now he would go for the rifle. He showed himself twice more and must have thought he was safe, as he came up in a different branch and reached out for the strap of the rifle, I shot him right in the throat and down he went. I was hit by what I thought was the mountain and blacked out; I came too back in the camp with the doctor and carol leaning over me. I felt bloody terrible and couldn't stop shaking, Amanda said that it would pass, I tried to ask who shot me and Carol smiled and told me you didn’t get shot, you got hit by lightning. She said well it hit close to you and that’s what probably saved your life, well it didn’t feel like it saved my life, I felt bloody sore and realised I could smell smoke. Amanda informed me that it was me I could smell, my clothes were a little charred and your forearms may need a small skin graph or two but you will be fine well if we live through this that is. Everyone started to shoot I shouted pick your targets they will slowdown about half way so don’t waste ammo, I tried to go and help, but I couldn't get up, it was like my muscles wouldn’t stop shaking. Just then, Sharon fell backwards holding her shoulder and Dave got shot in the head, Abraham pulled David out the way and Amanda attended to Sharon. They shouted they are running, I shouted well take advantage and keep shooting until they are in the trees. I heard a few more shots and then nothing I had passed out again, I demanded they take me over where I could see the enemy and they gave into my tantrum and wedged me in between some rocks. Margret and Helen brought some food for everyone and a hot mug of coffee, just what I needed a good mug of coffee, after that I felt a lot better; I was still shaking now and again but not so badly. The storm was still going mental and it was raining again just nowhere near as bad as it had been. I was watching a group of three natives huddled behind a big rock, trying to keep dry or at least out of the worst of it. I was just thinking would a RPG blow the rock up enough to hit them when I was blinded, lightning had hit the very rock I was looking at. The natives got the full force of the strike and I saw two of them fly out about seven feet away from the rock and they looked dead. I was kind of glad in a way, it showed it wasn’t personal with the lightning, I was hoping it would strike a few more before it gave up. 
    However it didn’t give up and was causing us serious problems, we needed the visibility that day was bringing, the rain was being a pain in the ass for it was cutting the visibility down to about forty yards. Allowing the poachers to get closer, just off to my right I heard a grenade go off, damb they were getting to fucking close, we couldn't move from here though, it had all our supplies and our two wounded. Sharon and Tom, plus I hadn’t stopped shacking completely yet and would more than likely fall flat on my face if I tried, so I warned the team keep your heads down