No one Wins

  The front line. A mess of the dead and nearly dead. Hundreds of them will never go back home. Thousands of us will never see the sun rise. This is war. The war that's lasted for centuries. And this is my story.

FIRST BLOOD

My battalion had only just reached the battle when it hit. A mortar that sent a dozen of us flying through the air, and twice as many to their graves." Shit! Everyone find cover and re-group in five minutes!"We spread out into small groups of five and six. Luckily I was grouped with some friends from previous missions.

Sev, a former Russian sniper, along with Jack Griffin, an Irish heavy gunner, are old friends. we go way back to my first year in high school. We take shelter behind a blown up tank. "Damn! That was fuckin close. if that mortar had come in any time sooner all of our asses would have been blown sky high." Jack says.

Sev nods in agreement. i look at my watch. 4 minutes have gone by. i rummage through my back until i find the flare gun. i take it out, point it up, and pull the trigger. about 3 minutes later the rest of the remaining troops are all crowded behind the overturned tank. 

Drey speaks first. "my group hid in a tower. i had looked out of a window and saw that the mortars that had been fired at us had been fired by squads on all fuckin' sides. we're surrounded."

"Well we're screwed." Jack notes.

Meanwhile, i'm now on top of the tank watching a squadron of hover craft with two tank turrets aimed straight at us heading our way. fear hit me full in the face. an adrenaline rushes through my blood, filling me me with anxiety. i climbed back in and was about to speak when an explosion enveloped us it's fiery arms.

those that made it out lined up for a name call.  

"Griffin

"aye

Sev. No answer

Chapter 1 Falling Under

I couldn't stand it.