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Conviction.
The silence was tense, almost tangible. I heard Murph swallow next to me.
We were surrounded. We had been in some tight situations before…. But nothing like this. Normally, we had the element of surprise, but this time, the enemy duped us. They had been the most prepared, had the most guns…..
Murph spoke softly to me in German. "Was denkst du, mein Bruder?." What do you think, my brother?
"Ich denke, wir sind gefickt." I think we're fucked.
"Niemals nie sagen." Never say never.
Now, Conner, is where ye' test the strength of yer' convictions. Are ye' convicted enough? Do ye' have any at all?
I nodded my head at Murph. We both had an unspoken understanding of the situation. We could both die. Or worse….only one of us could die. I felt my chest tighten at the thought of living without Murph. We'd been together since birth. We were practically one soul in two different bodies. He pulled out a cigarette and lit up, and took a long, deep drag. With cigarette in his mouth, he looked over at me, nodded his head, and looked foward.
In one fluid motion, both of us pulled out our guns and took aim at whatever bad guy was in front of us.
I has only one thought as I pulled the trigger. By the grace of God, I hope we go at the same time.