Chapter 1
Dpov
I got snapped out of the dreamy state I was in,by the sound of people screaming and gunshots.
Suddenly someone burst through the "door" of my tent. I tensed and jumped out of my bed immediately, ready to take on whoever got himself into my tent. "Wow, Dimka easy it's just me!" a man said. I let out a sigh of relief when I recognised him.
It was Ivan, my long time best friend, who joined the army with me. That was four years ago. Four years since I'd seen my family for the last time. I missed them like hell.
"Ivan what are you doing here man, and what is all the noise about?" I questioned him. "We're getting attacked, Dimitri." was his answer. I saw the worry in his eyes. Worry about me, I knew. It has been two weeks since I broke my ankle during a training session, and I still couldn't walk on it properly. "It's gonna be okay, Ivan. I will take my gun and we're leaving." that was what I said to him in the hope he would become a little less worried.
I took my gun from under my pillow, something you learned to do really fast when you were in hostile territory, and limped out of my tent, followed by Ivan.
I stopped for a moment, taking in the scene that was playing in front of me. Everywhere I looked, I saw bodies laying on the ground.
Some lifeless, others waiting to die or praying for a painless death. Bullets flew back and forth between us, the army of the United States, and the enemy, a rebellious group from somewhere in Afghanistan.
I wasted no more time and shot an member of the enemy as I saw him beating up some young soldier. The young man I just saved crawled up from the ground, and looked towards me. I saw his eyes widen in surprise when he recognised me. "T-Thank you, general Belikov!" He managed to get, out once he got over the shock that I, the general had just saved him. I just gave him a nod and started again with shooting the bad guys.
After a while I searched the battlefield for Ivan. When I saw him alive and fighting, it felt like a weight just fell off my shoulders.
That was the moment I didn't pay fully attention to my surroundings, and the next moment I cried out in pain as a bullet hit me in the arm. I glanced over in the direction the bullet came from as I saw the shooter aiming from me again. I quickly lifted my weapon and shot a bullet through his head.
I had always been one of the best shooters. I heard an angry growl and spun around to face a man who came running to me, anger written all across his face, as he tackled me to the ground and started beating me up.
I effectively blocked off his punches, as he yelled at me in bad English: "You killed my friend, now I kill you!" I managed to grab his wrists and twisted us over, so now I was on top.
I started beating him, until I felt an incredible pain, and the last thing I heard before the overpowering darkness consumed me, was Ivan calling out for me. Then I fell into nothing.
