"Fuck" I can't feel my legs and my boots seem worn out. The sharp stinging sound is making me believe that I might have gone deaf. I look around and see all of the clean, geared men are now crawled up in this little space and some praying to God and some replying back to the enemies with bullets.
I see Pvt Yoav lying dead on my legs, with the side of his head blown off and the melted brains leaking out of the cavity
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It's been almost an hour and we're still hiding in the ditch. The medic has removed the dead and taken the wounded to a safer place, back to the APC. Our squad leader is still not sure what to do.
"we need more fire superiority" Lt Frenkel yells out. I reply back "but we're dealing with less bullets and more shells and rockets" I reply back in a loud but polite way.
"DID I SAY, WE MIGHT? I SAID WE NEED, DON'T TALK BACK TO OFFICERS" he yells back at me.
"Fuck you" I say under my breath and ask the next private behind me that "we need more fire superiority" and the person passes the message to the next person and it goes on.
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