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There was a minute left to live and all that was left of the earth was hurried breathing. Nothing was moving, nothing was alive. It was the last burst of anything at all just simple desperation. We are creatures, animals. A deer in the headlight in the time of death, not able to escape but not able to run because it is inescapable.
"Get down! Get down!" the general said to me. A massive bomb had just exploded on a neighboring tank. It wasn't out bomb, intruders must be on the camp which raises quite an alarm. I crouched down hoping to find the unwanted person, I was tricky with a sniper. Sighted! His helmet left just enough skin. Shot and done, but he wasn't the only one.