gillgirl1212
There were at least a hundred of them. Standing. Waiting. They had all the time in the world. I was their victim.
The soldiers all gathered around their dying friend. Desperately trying to wrap bandages around his wound. There was nothing they could do. The dying man looked up at the friends he had come to love and trust and said goodbye.
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