In the darkness of the night, blasts from the high powered guns tore through the silence. It was followed by a stampede, a low groan and sounds of soldiers stepping onto the foggy ground. There was something different about this night – the soldiers had left thinking that their enemies were far beyond…..only to be met by a series of gun shots.
They panicked as the barrage of bullets tore through six of their own; including their commander. They were facing death, and no matter how much they tried to hide and fire back; it was obvious that they were getting overwhelmed by each second.
Isaiah, who had worked in the army for 9 years, heard his best friend whisper his name. It wasn’t so much of a whisper, but a deep cry from within. He looked back, and saw him clutching on his stomach….with blood oozing from it.
“James, hang in there, I will get some help. Don’t move.” He whispered.
He was trying to hide the fear in his voice.
“Shoot me Isaiah….I know I won’t live. So end this pain…..don’t leave me here!” He struggled to say.
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From a distance, he could hear his colleagues running and firing aimlessly in an effort to ward off their attackers and prevent their own impending death.
Isaiah held onto his rifle. The enemies were getting closer….and he had to think fast.
He looked at his best friend and saw desperation
Again…..in the darkness of the night, , blasts from the high powered guns tore through the silence.
Twaff! Twaff! Twaff!