"MAKE IT THROUGH, SOLDIERS!", the commander yelled to no one, but he hoped his brothers nearby could hear his command. An endless bombing had left the ground many holes, and one of them had his one leg.
The erupting dust hid his vision, and the red light behind it like a demon engulfed every life. Though his deafened ears heard nothing, but he could sense the terrors along with the screaming through the bloody smell.
His vision narrowed.
A red slowly crawled on the sand, spreading widely like a vein. He traced the red backwards until it reached his terror --- his wound was trying very hard to pour the blood out.
"A last command", he thought, "must be the wisest". The darkness had fallen, the silence was still. He could hear his own heartbeat now. Bump, bump..., bump. Like a war drum urged him to give order.
"What is it then? ", he bit his lips to keep awake, shaking his head violently to be focus. And then, he saw the answer in his blurred vision, like a sparking in the dark tunnel, flicking all the way to his mind. He shouted, loudly, hysterically, with all his efforts, and a bomb was coming faster than his words...
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