soldier fed baby snakes almost every day for fun, convinced it was harmless. But one morning, a nightmare was waiting at the entrance to his tent—something he was completely unprepared for 😢😱
The snakes had appeared near the tent by chance. One day, while digging a trench at the edge of the camp, he noticed two small snakes slipping out from under sun-warmed stones.
They were thin and unsteady, lifting their heads and hissing at every sound. According to regulations, they had to be eliminated immediately. The commander had been clear: “Danger near personnel—eliminate without discussion.”
But the young soldier didn’t follow the order. It struck him as strange that the hatchlings didn’t flee. Instead, they seemed to be watching him. That evening, he returned with a piece of bread and tossed it near the tent.
At first, the snakes recoiled. Then they slowly moved closer. The next day, he brought meat. He wanted to see if they would grow used to him. It became a foolish distraction from the monotony of field life—a secret no one else knew.
Instead of getting rid of the dangerous “neighbors,” he began feeding them. At first, they remained cautious, raising their hoods at his every move. Soon, though, they stopped seeing him as a threat. Almost every day, he crouched near them, tossing food and watching as they carefully approached.
He fed them bread and meat as if they were puppies. Within a week, they had grown noticeably larger, moving with more confidence. After two weeks, more snakes began appearing nearby. First one, then two more. He told himself it was a coincidence—that their nest must be close.
But one morning, as he stepped out of his tent, he froze. What he saw at the entrance was something he had never expected 😨🫣
Dozens of tracks covered the sand around him. He had been feeding two. But dozens were coming.
Fear hit him instantly. The situation was slipping out of control. If anyone discovered what he’d done, he would face serious punishment. That night, he decided to end it. He gathered what he needed, got into a vehicle, and drove to the area where he usually saw them in the grass.
When he returned to camp at dawn, silence greeted him. No voices. No footsteps. No familiar sounds from the kitchen.
He climbed out of the trench and hurried toward the tents. Inside, a horrific scene awaited him—his fellow soldiers lay motionless, signs of struggle and blood everywhere. During the night, enemies had attacked the unit. It had happened quickly and quietly.
While he had been away, dealing with the snakes, his comrades had been killed. He was supposed to be in that tent. He was supposed to die with them.
In the end, the snakes had unintentionally saved his life. They had kept him away from camp that night.
Later, he was interrogated and accused of treason. Investigators searched for links to the attackers and examined every detail. His guilt was never proven, but suspicion lingered. He was discharged and left the army for good.
