Special Guest Blogger: Simo Häyhä

I was somebody you really wouldn’t want to see out on the battlefield. Luckily for you, you never would, as your head would have a gaping great hole in it before you even knew I was there.
I am often credited with having fought during WWII but confusingly i fought during the Winter War which started 3 months after the start of WWII and was between Finland and the Soviet Union after Stalin invaded when we refused to hand over land to him.
Before 1939, I was nothing more than a farmer in Karelia, who enjoyed shooting as a hobby and I had quite a reputation as a marksman and won several shooting competitions in Finland so i was pretty good when we got our compulsory sniper training which came in very handy when the Soviet Union initiated the Winter War.
The Soviet weapons were using far more advanced then the rifles we had to work with, they had telescopic scopes and we only had iron sights.
I dressed all in white and would lay in snow pits for hours, packed in mounds of snow and even keeping snow in my mouth to prevent my breath from giving my position away and plopping a pair of gloves under the barrel of my weapon to steady it, i'd wait for a series of Soviet soldiers to choose an extremely unlucky walking path, where they’d be taken out like ducks at a carnival.
I was nicknamed 'The White Death' by the Finnish newspapers which as far as nicknames go isn't a bad one, and in the 100 days that the war lasted, i was averaging 5 kills a day and was credited with 259 kills until my injury a week before peace broke out.
I was spotted by a Soviet soldier who shot me in the jaw and my injuries were so bad that when i was found, it was assumed i was dead and  was thrown onto a pile with others who had lost their lives in battle. It was only by chance that someone noticed my foot moving and sent me to the hospital so not an ideal end to a career in war and i was horribly disfigured but it was far better than the alternative.
Weirdly the initial report of my death reached the newspapers and i was reading reports of my death in the newspaper so i sent a letter to correct the misinformation.
Once recovered, I went to live and work on a farm and became a bit of a recluse eventually died at the age of 96 in 2002 so literally you could say that he I gave life my best shot.