LT. VON ACKERMAN.VIR DAY -27.      LUFTENNANT VON ACKERMAN FOUND HIMSELF WITH A HELL OF A SHOT TO MAKE. The wooden platform that was supposed to represent the firing position across the river from the target was not the most stable thing he’d ever shot from either. Von Ackerman found himself with a two mile shot and the wind was starting to get choppy down range.      Shit.      But it was not impossible. Hard… maybe, but that was a far cry from impossible. And he was a very patient man when something depended on such an attribute as patience. He breathed nice and slow and easy, getting his heart rate down. He kept on adjusting the optics gear on the side of the rifle that acted like a scope, though he didn’t care for the thing; he preferred an actual scope to the large optics “box.”      “One-minute left,” said Miller.      There was a five mi...