A couple of months ago there was an episode of the War College podcast focused on snipers (this is not a rec, unless military affairs are your thing, this not a very slick or well-produced 30 minutes a week, but I run and commute a lot and I’m a nerd?). The hosts had on a guy who was a HUGE history buff and has a website that details all kinds of craziness and they’re talking about snipers and how historically they were not the heroes we tend to pump them up to be now, but thought of more as weasels, men (historically) afraid to be in the real fight.
Anyway, it turns out that as far as this guy can tell the first recorded instance of sniping (he makes a big deal out of recorded vs actual, but blah blah blah whatever) was when Richard the Lionheart was felled by a a sniper using a crossbow. (Okay, arguably Richard I died because surgeons at the time really were butchers and his wounds got infected, but the arrow started it all, right?)
Anyway, miles six through eight of my run this morning was devoted to mentally dialoguing Bucky and Clint arguing over weapons of choice and how it was a bow that started it all.
Look, it’s raining, I was on a treadmill, I needed something to amuse me. And you know they would.
fever dreams and nine-minute miles
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