I have been in crossfire with the enemies for four nights in a row, every part

of my body aches for sleep, my very soul calls for a moment of silence to gather my
senses and honor those who offered their lives to fight for their own ideals even if
this is really questionable glory worthy of praise, since war has always been a bend
towards immorality even how justified the cause might be.

My superior ordered us to take a breather before we embark again to advance our

march and hoping to finally end this war.

My hands are trembling as I open my water container, the simple task of just
twisting the cap for me to drink is just as hard as carrying a ton since every energy
of my body is drained. I cannot focus on what was happening, should I rest since
that was a command coming from my commanding officer or should I be on guard
since any moment, the enemy can attack us and all of us would be history. I cannot
make my mind, I dont know what to do, I feel disoriented, lost and my mind cannot
keep still. I ask whatever higher being is there to let me sleep and allow my body to
gain back energy. But too late, before I even began to take my well-deserved break,
we trudge towards our death or life if we are lucky.

Private push your way towards that bunker and threw a fucking grenade, smoke
those damn monkeys! We cannot advance with heavy artillery and god damn
machine gun in our way! With blind obedience I made with three marines with our
skirmish. Bullets zoom towards me and hit my fellow marine, we immediately lay in
our backs, we face a heavy rain of bullets, I cannot react and think properly, I am
panicking, my mind is thinking only one thing, I am going to die I am really going
to die, I cannot return to our previous safer position, we are stuck of all hard
materials on earth that would not penetrate a bullet, a tree, a damn tree. We are
absolutely sitting ducks, if only the tanks are here to provide a shield. But at that
moment even If I cannot properly I came up with a plan