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I could feel the quivering of the person next to me. They had us all so compact, breathing room was limited and it was only a matter of minutes before we reached our destination. Our sergeant was giving a prep talk to help try and motivate this group of ragged and scared men. I wasn’t listening to anything that was said because I was only concentrating on where we were going, and what I had left behind.

My fingers grew numb as I squeezed the barrel of my weapon, other hand gripping the trigger. I turned to my left and saw a man crying. He knew where we were headed and what awaited us. We all did. But we volunteered for this. We were not chosen.

The vehicle shook as it bounced over something on the outside, and a few people lost their balance, though they didn’t fall over because there was no room to do so. The sergeant stopped his speech as his radio cackled out some words. The entire area hushed to let him hear what was being said. He held up the radio’s cord receiver to his ear, and his face turned grim as he heard what was transferred through.

The crackling of words stopped, and the receiver was placed back in the holder. He then turned and swept his gaze over the entire group of people, lingering on me for a few seconds before continuing. He then closed his eyes and said aloud “We arrive in 2 minutes.”

This came as no shock, but the words swept over, as if announcing our fate was already set. Everyone was silent and no one moved. As if a switch flipped in my brain I suddenly paid full attention to the gravity of the situation. Feeling a sudden pride for what we were doing, I raised my gun into the air and cried out among the sullen soldiers “Then let us leave our mark in history, and let our names never be forgotten!”

Many soldiers cried at the words that I spoke, including the Sergeant. A few cried out in happiness, and everyone else let the words flow through them, giving them new hope and determination. We all turned and faced the giant metal door that separated us from our destiny. As we stood there waiting for our futures to come crashing down upon us, we felt scared, but at the same time, we knew it was right. We felt above all else a major sense of pride and as this last thought crossed my mind, a tear dripped from my eye.

The door opened and light filtered in through the dust cloud that the vehicle had left in its wake. As the light struck us, a cry was heard and those in the front fell already, peppered with the anger of the enemy. Everyone behind them ran out, hurdling over their bodies, taking care not to step on them. As it was my turn and I emerged out of the compartment, I looked down at who I was jumping over and I saw the face of my best friend staring up at me. As I made it outside the vehicle, I saw two men running in front of me fall to the ground.

I held up my gun and shot at the enemy, who were kneeling behind their sandbags. I saw one fall over and another pick up his weapon. I felt a sudden pain in my leg and fell forwards, watching the ground rush up at my face. With the taste of dirt and blood in my mouth, I used all my strength to push myself up and roll over. I looked upon the sky above me, watching my comrades running over me but also taking care not to tread on me. I heard an aggravated yell from the direction we were rushing, and then watched the men head back the way they came, running backwards, still shooting.

The next thing I saw was one of the enemies above me, laughing. He spoke my language fluently, even being from a different nation. “Your death is imminent, and for what? For what do you fight for? How has it treated you now? Watch as your friends all die.”

He bent over and grabbed me by the hair, pulling my head up forcing me to see the gruesome ending that all those that I was with met. I watched Henry, one of the newer recruits, take a bullet right in his forehead and saw him fall to the ground. Another one was killed. And another. The bastard above me continued to speak.

“Do you see? You are the last one left. Even your brave Sergeant is dead. You will meet your end soon as well.” He dropped my head to the ground and I let tears stream from my eyes. They rolled down the sides of my head, dripping from my ears into the blood stained dirt. I just watched everyone I knew and cared about die. I couldn’t stand it. I was the only one left.

Just then, as all seemed lost, the effects of our suicidal rush were noticed. A secret group was able to sneak in from the back during the midst of our distraction. They took over the small bunker easily, because all of its defenses were on the outside protecting it from us. They then killed the remaining that was still outside. I watched as the man who had forced me to see all my friends’ deaths die from multiple shots to the chest. His corpse fell next to me.

Then one of the soldiers from the other squad came up, looking for any survivors, and found me. He saw me crying, and felt compassion. He told me that everything was going to be all right, that I was going to live. But I had just seen all my friends and team mates die. I watched it with my own eyes. That was worse than death itself. I screamed in agony from the pain in my heart. I was going to survive, but the image of my teammates deaths would haunt me for the rest of my life.

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I could feel the quivering of the person next to me. They had us all so compact, breathing room was limited and it was only a matter of minutes before we reached our destination. Our sergeant was giving a prep talk to help try and motivate this group of ragged and scared men. I wasn’t listening to anything that was said because I was only concentrating on where we were going, and what I had left behind.

My fingers grew numb as I squeezed the barrel of my weapon, other hand gripping the trigger. I turned to my left and saw a man crying. He knew where we were headed and what awaited us. We all did. But we volunteered for this. We were not chosen.

The vehicle shook as it bounced over something on the outside, and a few people lost their balance, though they didn’t fall over because there was no room to do so. The sergeant stopped his speech as his radio cackled out some words. The entire area hushed to let him hear what was being said. He held up the radio’s cord receiver to his ear, and his face turned grim as he heard what was transferred through.

The crackling of words stopped, and the receiver was placed back in the holder. He then turned and swept his gaze over the entire group of people, lingering on me for a few seconds before continuing. He then closed his eyes and said aloud “We arrive in 2 minutes.”

This came as no shock, but the words swept over, as if announcing our fate was already set. Everyone was silent and no one moved. As if a switch flipped in my brain I suddenly paid full attention to the gravity of the situation. Feeling a sudden pride for what we were doing, I raised my gun into the air and cried out among the sullen soldiers “Then let us leave our mark in history, and let our names never be forgotten!”

Many soldiers cried at the words that I spoke, including the Sergeant. A few cried out in happiness, and everyone else let the words flow through them, giving them new hope and determination. We all turned and faced the giant metal door that separated us from our destiny. As we stood there waiting for our futures to come crashing down upon us, we felt scared, but at the same time, we knew it was right. We felt above all else a major sense of pride and as this last thought crossed my mind, a tear dripped from my eye.

The door opened and light filtered in through the dust cloud that the vehicle had left in its wake. As the light struck us, a cry was heard and those in the front fell already, peppered with the anger of the enemy. Everyone behind them ran out, hurdling over their bodies, taking care not to step on them. As it was my turn and I emerged out of the compartment, I looked down at who I was jumping over and I saw the face of my best friend staring up at me. As I made it outside the vehicle, I saw two men running in front of me fall to the ground.

I held up my gun and shot at the enemy, who were kneeling behind their sandbags. I saw one fall over and another pick up his weapon. I felt a sudden pain in my leg and fell forwards, watching the ground rush up at my face. With the taste of dirt and blood in my mouth, I used all my strength to push myself up and roll over. I looked upon the sky above me, watching my comrades running over me but also taking care not to tread on me. I heard an aggravated yell from the direction we were rushing, and then watched the men head back the way they came, running backwards, still shooting.

The next thing I saw was one of the enemies above me, laughing. He spoke my language fluently, even being from a different nation. “Your death is imminent, and for what? For what do you fight for? How has it treated you now? Watch as your friends all die.”

He bent over and grabbed me by the hair, pulling my head up forcing me to see the gruesome ending that all those that I was with met. I watched Henry, one of the newer recruits, take a bullet right in his forehead and saw him fall to the ground. Another one was killed. And another. The bastard above me continued to speak.

“Do you see? You are the last one left. Even your brave Sergeant is dead. You will meet your end soon as well.” He dropped my head to the ground and I let tears stream from my eyes. They rolled down the sides of my head, dripping from my ears into the blood stained dirt. I just watched everyone I knew and cared about die. I couldn’t stand it. I was the only one left.

Just then, as all seemed lost, the effects of our suicidal rush were noticed. A secret group was able to sneak in from the back during the midst of our distraction. They took over the small bunker easily, because all of its defenses were on the outside protecting it from us. They then killed the remaining that was still outside. I watched as the man who had forced me to see all my friends’ deaths die from multiple shots to the chest. His corpse fell next to me.

Then one of the soldiers from the other squad came up, looking for any survivors, and found me. He saw me crying, and felt compassion. He told me that everything was going to be all right, that I was going to live. But I had just seen all my friends and team mates die. I watched it with my own eyes. That was worse than death itself. I screamed in agony from the pain in my heart. I was going to survive, but the image of my teammates deaths would haunt me for the rest of my life.