They fought together, guns blazing side by side as they tried to take back the front lines the last wave had lost. The shrill sounds of ricochets zing past the helmet as the two tried to get behind some fresh cover, hoping the tango that had them down his sights missed the movement. A couple of feet to the left a shell rocked beside them, spraying dirt and debris in their faces. Gasping as their ears rang the little one sprayed a line of covering fire as they tried advancing once more, taking a couple of feet every time they moved. They couldn’t stop, couldn’t pause for anything at this point. The war raged all around them and it seemed hopeless; the cries of the dying echoed across the battlefield and they struggled to keep moving. A shell rocked down in between them and they were blasted apart, each flying in another direction.
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