BOOM!!! Me and my comrades dived toward all directions as the bomb exploded in front of us, a piece of shrapnel missing the tip of my nose by a mere millimeter. We took a hard tumble on the rock terrain, got up instantaneosly and continued our advance toward the enemy lines. A single bullet shot went off and one of my comrades tumbled to the ground, bright red blood spurting profusely from the wound. Blake, out sergeant, shouted, "Sniper in the trees, nine o'clock!!" He fired off a shot using his rifle. The leaves rustled in the tree. Another slug flew past my ear and buried itself in the sand. I whirled and fired all in one motion. There was a cry of pain, and a body dropped out of the tree, striking the ground with a resounding thud. Serves you right, I thought as we raced past his fallen frame.
Japanese soldiers came racing out of the thick fog. The first wave. Before they had a chance to respond, our rifles spoke and they were silenced, forever.
Silence followed suddenly. Blake motioned with his hand for us to crouch down, remain hidden.What's up with those accursed Japanese now, I thought, Just then, I thought I saw a massive shape appear within the fog. I rubbed my eyes and squinted. Then, my best mate, Nathan shrieked,"TANKS!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!" Everyone scrambled to their feet and dove for cover, as a giant fireball erupted just where we where standing. I was fleeing for my life when Nathan caught my uniform and yanked me in another direction. "This way!!" he shouted. "Jump!!" I jumped, and a massive explosion sounded. We continued sprinting till we reached camp.
"Whew!! Thanks Nat, I owe you another one." I sighed with relief. "No problemo, matey. Just glad you're alive." What are friends for? I firmly believed in Nat's abilities and that we would live through this horrible war.
After a very short break, we grabbed our weapons, plus some anti-tank weapons, and headed out again. The tanks continued rolling towards us, raising up great clouds of dust. "Nathan, come here!!" I knelt down, balancing the anti-tank gun on my right shoulder. Nathan knelt down behind me. "30 degrees to your right, and FIRE!!" I pulled the trigger. A high-powered missile shot out, striking the tank. It went up in a immense fireball. I pumped my fist victoriously, but my celebration was cut short by Nat again pulling me away. I went down hard on the ground just as a slug got Nathan straight in the chest. The uniform stained a scarlet red. "NOOOO!" Arms flailing, Nat crashed to the ground, breathing heavily.
Nathan gazed at me, a wan smile on his face. "So, going to be my last battle, eh? Too bad... Well, it was great working with...you, Scotty..." He paused as a coughing fit took him over. He coughed so hard he actually coughed up blood and he clutched at his stomach in great agony. "Well, gotta go, Scotty. See ya later..." With that, his eyes closed and his head slumped to the side, blood slowly trickling from his mouth. I shook him violently. "NAT!! NAT!! WAKE UP, NAT, FOR GOSH SAKES!!" No answer. I screamed to the heavens. Well, if he could not make it to the end of this war, then I would not, too. And not because I could not. It was because I did not want to. I would die on this very battlefield.
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