NationStates Jolt Archive


Bloody war

Trolsk
26-04-2005, 22:19
Private Robert kneeled slightly, opening fire with his AK-74 at the Militant force's position. Blood steaks covered his old uniform, and the crimson liquid seemed to puddle all around. The countryside was scarred with heavy artillery shells, howitzers and mortars continously raining down on both sides respectfully. The screams of the dead and the dying surrounded the young trooper as he continued to slowly crawl his way forward, tears welling from his eyes. Why was this happening? Why had the Lord General abandoned them? Shaking such thoughts aside, he felt pain rip through his body as a mortar shell exploded behind him. He wasn't aware of what had happened untill several hours later, when a medic, bearing a rag-tag patch with a strange symbol on it on his shoulder.

"We got a live one! We've got a LIVE ONE!" he screamed, turning his head around to look for help. "Don't worry, you're going to be ok.... Oh shit.." he muttered, his eyes roaving across the private's body.

"O..Oh...S-hit what..?" he gasped, feeling numb from his waist down...