My clothes were filthy and my face was dirty. I reached for my water canteen and began to take a long quench. The cool water flowed down my throat, rinsing down fear and regret. The canteen flew out of my grasp, as a bullet ripped through the thin steel. It clanked on a nearby tree and all of my fresh water for the next two days trickled out onto the forest floor. I plunged to the mud in fear and shielded my head from enemy fire. I watched one of the few soldiers left get blown 15 feet into the air by a landmine 30 feet away. One of his legs had been blown off and landed close by me. I sat in for a second in shock, and then what had just happened finally hit me I picked up my weapon and scurried on my hands and knees towards the muddy road. I sat down again and began to cry. The rain was coming down harder now. It was starting to get hard to see and the sun was starting to go down. I saw one of our tank trucks com

truck. They were talking to the driver, and I knew for sure that we were going to die because he was a dumb ass. Dave was the stupidest man alive, but he could drive the best out of the other men. Probably because he still had all of his limbs and wasn't injured. Jon told us the guy was asking about what was in the back of the truck, and Dave said that we were carrying medical supplies. Jon said that the soldier asked if he could take a look in the back, and we all ducked down but there was nowhere to hide. He began to unzip the canvas when someone called to him. He let us through and left. We all sighed in relief. "That could have been bad." Jon said. The driver and the man in shotgun had enemy uniforms on from dead soldiers so we would look like one of them, and so far it had worked.

We began to drive across the enemy camp. Everyone had to keep quiet or we would be found out. The truck rumbled and was falling apart from the hell it had been through. Soldiers were starring at us, as we continued on. It seemed like it was taking forever to get out of here, but we were almost there. We heard yelling and confusion behind us. Jon peeked out of the back and when he faced us again he was pale and white. They were coming after us by the dozen with trucks and infantry. All of the weapons and ammunition were gathered up and hauled to the back of the truck. The truck lurched as it hit a rut in the ground. I rolled over and hit my head. It stung a bit, then I touched it and when I looked at my hand there was a little blood. Bullets began to fly, and in a short time, the canvas covering began to look like Swiss cheese. We started to fire back, and some of the men began to drop to the ground but there were just too many of them to kill. The truck began to!

After about a half an hour of driving, the echoes and booms of the cannons,

My name is Helen, or if you're like anybody else around here, they all call me melon. I don't know why, I guess because it rhymes. I joined the army to get away from the real world. I just couldn't handle the stress of my life anymore, so the day I turned 18, I signed up for the army. I gave up everything for this. I had to cut my nails off, and I cut my beautif

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