Sunday, April 17, 2011

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It was a patch of dead silence. A soldier raised his head, checking the surrounding for any remaining enemies. Everything around the soldier was destroyed, with holes within them, and many comrades lying on the ground, lifeless. The ground was stained red with blood. Just minutes ago, the enemies’ artillery’s fired deafening shots. The soldier was lying flat on the ground, trying to pretend that he was dead as the bullets whizzed past his head, destroying the steel barrier above him. Silently, the soldier heaved a sigh of relief as the enemies were finally gone.

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