Tucker and I worked on search and rescue most of the time. Many of our soldiers were going missions and never coming back, and it was our job to make sure they turned up, dead or alive. Today, Tucker was acting a little more on edge. He seemed to be anxious, but I ignored his behavior. As we tracked through the forest, I noticed he was on high alert. There was a loud pop noise, followed by a snap. My hand instantly went to my pistol, safety off, and ready. Then, there was the yell of some language I didn't know. Gun fire rained down upon us from different angles. I dropped down, so did Tucker. The gun fire cracked above us, yelling from everywhere. There was a yell of pain, making my head hurt. Tucker whimper, and stayed near me. I rubbed his head as he whimpered loudly. I couldn't say anything to him, my voice lost in the gun fire. I didn't know who was shooting, where it was coming from. I closed my eyes. There was a hot intense pain on my leg, I opened my eyes and saw a large tall man above me. He yelled something, then shot at me. It made contact with my hip, I screamed in pain. Tucker heard me scream, and lunged at the man. He grabbed hold of the man's arm. I fumbled, trying to grab my pistol, but the pain was so…intense. I couldn't focus. There was another gun shot, then a thud. A mixture of black fur was laying lifeless on the ground. "Tucker…" I called, my vision blurring form tears, "TUCKER!" I screamed. Nothing, not even a breath. I couldn't see, I couldn't breathe. There was darkness…all around me.