永遠の今eternal now

In the winter of 1939, the Soviet Union invaded Finland. The Soviets had one of the largest armies on Earth. Finland had a few hundred thousand men, not much artillery, and almost no tanks. What Finland had was snow, forests, and a 5 foot 3 inch farmer named Simo Häyhä. Before the war, Häyhä was a quiet man from a small village near the Soviet border. He farmed. He hunted. He'd served his required time in the army and joined Finland's civil guard, where he became known as a crack shot in shooting competitions. When the Soviets crossed the border in November 1939, he was sent to the front near the Kollaa River. The temperatures there dropped to 20, 30, even 40 degrees below zero. Days were short. Most of the light was gone by mid afternoon. Häyhä thrived in it. He dressed completely in white so he disappeared into the snow. He'd head out before dawn with a little food and stay out all day, lying motionless in the cold, waiting. He used an old Finnish version of the Mosin-Nagant rifle. With iron sights. No scope. That was on purpose. A scope's glass could catch the sunlight and give away his position. It also meant he had to raise his head higher to aim, and in freezing weather the glass could fog up. Iron sights let him stay lower and stay hidden. He packed snow in front of his position so the muzzle blast wouldn't kick up powder and reveal him. He reportedly kept snow in his mouth so his breath wouldn't steam in the cold air. The Soviet soldiers learned to fear that stretch of forest. Finnish propaganda gave him a nickname that stuck. The White Death. In roughly 100 days, Häyhä was credited with killing around 500 Soviet soldiers with his rifle. Some counts are higher if you include his submachine gun. Historians argue about the exact number, but even the conservative estimates put him at the top of every list of snipers ever recorded. The Soviets tried everything to get him. Counter snipers. Artillery barrages on the areas where they thought he was hiding. On March 6, 1940, they finally got him. A Soviet bullet hit him in the face, shattering his jaw. Fellow soldiers who found him said half his face was missing. He was carried off unconscious. He woke up a week later, on March 13, 1940. The day the war ended. He spent years recovering and needed multiple surgeries. But he lived. Finland's commander, Marshal Mannerheim, promoted him straight from corporal to second lieutenant. After the war, he went back to a quiet life. He hunted, bred dogs, and lived near the Russian border for the rest of his life. When asked late in life how he became such a good shot, he gave a one word answer. "Practice." When asked if he regretted the killing, he said he did what he was told to do, as well as he could. He died in 2002 at the age of 96.