But as a sniper he was nearly without peer. Once, remembers Gale McMillan, a maker of specialty weapons, the two of them were testing night scopes at Camp Perry. It was a night so dark it swallowed up the faces of their watches. Freedman lay down, steadied his arm on a sandbag, and fixed his scope at a target no larger than a quarter at a distance of 250 yards. He squeezed off five shots. When they examined the target they found a single ragged hole through which all five bullets had passed, McMillan says.
Freedman was proud of his Jewish heritage, and took the nick-name "Super Jew" among his comrades. Please take a moment today to visit some web sites that discuss more of the life of this great American Jew:
My husband and I have just been remembering Larry, "Super Jew" over the last few days. Wonderful man and a wonderful wife! He and my husband served together in 1971 & 1972 and again in 1989.
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