An early wake-up call got us ready for our greatest battle. We spent most of the night talking away about how great we were, and how we were going to save the world. A plane took us to a forest where we had nothing but our gear, a knife, and our guns. We were also issued O.S.S special issue silenced pistols for stealth. We walked through the woods until we reached a large cliff face. Now I knew what the rock climbing was for. We holstered our weapons and climbed up to the very tall top. And saw the backside of at least eight Germans. We took out our pistols and killed them all before they could blink. Only the softest tat of our guns could be heard, and they hit the ground. When we got up to the stone bunker we looked down. We saw why this was and important bunker. There was a ton of ammo down there and a small force taking over a village over the edge. Quinn and Ben took out their sniper rifles to take out some soldiers down there. They took a most precise aim at the victims down below. They fired. With my binoculars I could look down and see that they were both hits on the head. I could only imagine what the soldiers were thinking when they realized that they had a hole through their heads. Maybe they even were just so unaware of the attack that they were dead before they felt the bullets hit. The attention of the rest of the soldiers was aroused. Kevin and I pulled the pins off of our grenades and threw. The explosion killed a few soldiers, and the shrapnel left a few wounded. I felt kind of sorry for the ones that were left behind writhing in pain. One even had shrapnel lodged in his face. I didn't worry about it because there was a small squad charging at us. I pulled out my Thompson and started firing. A couple of shots fired, hitting some of the charging soldiers before I had to pull the bolt back to eject a shell. The hail of gunfire started to come when I heard a tapping sound. I turned to see a grenade. I panicked and picked it up and threw it right back at them. Some more soldiers were killed and some more limbs went flying. One soldier was left and Quinn took him out quickly and there were no more shots. That's what I thought at least. More soldiers came out of the village. I saw a sniper. I yelled "Duck and cover!" but it was too late. A single bullet whizzed by and went right through Kevin's head. He hit the ground cold. I screamed and was beyond pissed off. That was when I found the 50 caliber gun and the ammo. I hopped down the bunker to the gun. "Ben!" I screamed. "Hold the ammo!" He did. The Germans went down like flies. The whole time flashed images of me and Kevin. Our first sleepover, when we first became friends, the time we swore we'd be friends forever and never split up. Kevin and I never had a single fight. When only the sniper was left I hopped out of the bunker. I stole Quinn's gun right out of his hands. With one clean shot the sniper was dead, but I kept shooting until there was almost nothing left. Quinn punched me and just looked at me. We all had tears in our eyes. I hugged Quinn and Ben and cried like I had never cried before. We hung the flag and in an hour a force was there to take over the bunker. We ran to the drop point and the plane came. With Kevin on my back and his blood soaking my body, we returned to base. Three friends minus the life of one. Kevin, my friend, my brother, my hero.