I don't know how I'm still running maybe it's the adrenaline rush that sparked off as I run from each demolished house to another to avoid enemy gunfire. I just run like a deer in panic; I don't know where I'm going at all. The last few men of my troop are still shooting, some of them are praying. The rest are dead. As I'm running I hear my Lieutenant yell out my name.
"Kirkland, look out!!" I stop running and look around.
It's all in slow motion now really. The blast of the grenades flings me in the air, and I feel my skull being cracked. I don't feel anything anymore. I feel numb. I haven't felt like this in a long time. I haven't been in this much pain before. My vision is slightly blurred in my left eye, where I injured myself. I touch my eye slightly and inspect it. I see my blood, dark red and sticky on my gloves.
I realise that I am going to die.
I see Francis of all people, running towards me, his uniform doesn't seem to stand out now. Then I realise that hi