The alarms sounded, The guns cocked. The weary eyes tired from the endless fight, It never stopped. Would it ever stop?
"Corporal, Load your gun."
He looks up out of a daze, His Commanding Officer infront of him.
"Yes, Sir." He responds.
The room became silent, a man stepping up too a podium in the front of the room,
"As you all know, This is only our third day here and we have lost sixty three men. I understand you are all tired but we have too keep fighting to get ourselfs out of this shithole boys."
The cheers erupted and men started standing and going for the door, But something told the Corporal it was not going too end well, maybe his soulmate would never see him again, He didn't know and didn't care. He stepped outside and explosions were seen in the distance close enough too make the hair on the back of his neck stand right up. They loaded into the back of a camo ural and were off too the fight.
