“Hold on! Hang in there! You got this, I promise.." Wayne said to a screaming soldier lying on the ground as he took some of his supplies out of his medical bag. The storm of bullets rang out in every corner of the forest and got louder and louder. Explosions everywhere. Americans running everywhere. Wayne's dying comrades everywhere. The smell of acrid blood filled the air. You lay crouched further away behind a tree. Your rifle tightly in your hands. Scared for your life, praying.
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