The clock is 00.37, 0037. I stood there, in silence.

For the first time in hours, I had time to think about what had happened. I didn't want to do it. Me: Uhh... We should, uh, get out of here? Tavish: Already told you, it's impossible, lad. Me: And why is that? Joel: Don't you hear that fighting out there? We're cut off, stranded. Tavish: There's just the three of us. We can't break through a ruskie force with three men, now can we? Me: We should try... Something grabbed me by the elbow and turned me. It was Joel. Joel: I understand that what happened in Rosyth has shaken you. But we can't. We cannot do it. He let go of me and I fell on my arse. Joel: Our best bet is to wait for a bit. Scotland DF remains active, we'll get out that way. Tavish: They've only gotten through here. I've heard that the rest of the front is still near the beach. Won't be long though when they flank scottie, though. Joel offered to pick me up. I took it. When I got up, we all noticed something. Rocket batteries from the left of us. Me: That's south... Joel: That's ours! The first rockets hit pretty close to us. Then one hit our building, and another one. The building collapsed and I lost conscious.