I heard the gunshots all around me, cracking, snapping, popping. Almost making music as they hummed toward their targets. Sand erupted as shells fell, and debris flew everywhere. screams of men ringing in my ears . I heard the buzz of airplanes flying above me, Strafing the red, wet blood -soaked ground. I could almost taste the disgusting smell of Rotting corpses and the thick, red blood. But none of it mattered. Nothing mattered anymore. Because my best friend just died.
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ActionWARNING: contains mild language DOUBLE WARNING: This in no way represents any single veteran and in no way meant to be taken as the standards of the U.S military. It is 1944 James Salvation-berg and his best friend John Tristan enlist i...
