Waking up to the sound of bullets. Fearing everything that i see isn't the best way to go about life, but that's how it has to be down here. Facing facts isn't the best choice either but what can I do about it. I have lost all contact with the rest of the world and yet I am in middle of the biggest war on scale.
"MIKE, YOU NEED TO GET INTO THE BUNKER" somebody screams to me.
i don't take notice of it until its too late, a huge shell plants dead center of our camp, and everything is blown apart, including my tent. Luckily we werent in the tent i was off in another tent because of what haf happened the previous night.
I had just finished on site training and things seemed pretty good, untill Butch walked over to me.
"Butch is one of those guys that when you stand next to him you feel like a dwarf." ive been told
I look up next to him and to my suprise he isn't as big as he was rumord. he continues walking as i pass him he sticks his foot out and trips me...obviously everybody laughs at me. When the room went quiet I get to my feet and look over to him and say"Hey, Butch, why do you suck on this!" As i cock my arm back and let the fist fly. the fight was over in three punches. I only threw one... I was put into solitary confinement for the night.
I climb out of the tent as scared as ive ever been. Looking into the distance all i could see is dust and dead bodies. I begin to panic. As i run the opposite direction of the progressing cloud of dust I see Butch laying on the ground. i go to help him up, only to my realzation he is dead. I throw him back to the ground and run as fast as posible away from the the scene.