Dropped
You cant bother yourself with the small details. You have to get out of the enemy camp.
You keep walking and walking. You are in extreme pain, but you keep walking. You go up a hill, and at the crest, you slip. You roll down the hill, screaming in agony, and come to an excruciating stop. You get up, now trembling from the pain, and continue.
Why the hell did you even leave?
Your body can't handle much more.
No. Thats not true.
You are a paratrooper. You were made for situations like this. Situations like--
You hear a gunshot.
You have no time to react as it pierces your chest.
Damn...the final nail on the coffin. This is it. You made it this far...for nothing. All that pain, all of it for nothing. Just so you could plop down and die from a random bullet.
At least you don't have to worry about war anymore. You just hope the Germans are kind enough to mark your grave.
You keep walking and walking. You are in extreme pain, but you keep walking. You go up a hill, and at the crest, you slip. You roll down the hill, screaming in agony, and come to an excruciating stop. You get up, now trembling from the pain, and continue.
Why the hell did you even leave?
Your body can't handle much more.
No. Thats not true.
You are a paratrooper. You were made for situations like this. Situations like--
You hear a gunshot.
You have no time to react as it pierces your chest.
Damn...the final nail on the coffin. This is it. You made it this far...for nothing. All that pain, all of it for nothing. Just so you could plop down and die from a random bullet.
At least you don't have to worry about war anymore. You just hope the Germans are kind enough to mark your grave.
