Another One Bites The Dust
I remember how it happened. How I lost my arm. It was 1943. I was in a trench near Belgium. I was stuck in a small room in the end of the trench with my Commander. Commander Michaels.
"Everyone! Action stations! We need to push these bastards back to France!"
The poor soul of a soldier broke down the door. Michaels shot him with his Mauser.
"Another one bites the dust," he mumbled.
"That's how many now sir?"
"30 Ang"
Angus was a private but a suck-up. Shame he got shot straight after he asked that.
"Holy shit" I said.
Suddenly 10 maybe 20 soldiers came through the door. I thought we were goners. Michaels picked up a Kar98k and massacred at least 9of them. One of the soldiers grabbed me and started to headbutt me. I noticed a Grenade on his jacket so I pulled the pin.
I then woke up next to Michaels. I went to wave but I noticed my arm was gone.
"Fuck".