Sounds echo inside my helmet. Gunfire mixes with the shouted orders of my sergeant and the responses of my squad. My rifle kicks in my hands, the muzzle-flash seems to light up the night. The enemy machine chews the dirt in front of me as I run behind a low wall.
A burning sensation in my chest. I'm knocked onto my back. Time slows down. My arms won't move. I can't get up. Something warm and sticky flows over my torso. I can't breath. I feel cold. My vision begins to fade.
Distorted voices. Yelling? The ground moves past me. Someone dragging me. A red trail left in my wake. Faces float in my dimming vision. Familiar faces. Whose faces are they? I feel so cold. More noises, voices. What are they saying? I can't see. The voices are getting farther away. A bright light.
A burning sensation in my chest. I'm knocked onto my back. Time slows down. My arms won't move. I can't get up. Something warm and sticky flows over my torso. I can't breath. I feel cold. My vision begins to fade.
Distorted voices. Yelling? The ground moves past me. Someone dragging me. A red trail left in my wake. Faces float in my dimming vision. Familiar faces. Whose faces are they? I feel so cold. More noises, voices. What are they saying? I can't see. The voices are getting farther away. A bright light.