Hell, that’s the only word I can use to describe what happened that dreadful day.
I was at war fighting for my life. My whole team had died. I was the only one left. Then suddenly I heard the thumping of horses hooves and gunshots aimed at me. That’s when I knew I should run. I ran as fast as my legs would take me but it was of no use; the enemies started throwing grenades.
Suddenly I blacked out. I woke up a couple of days later in a hospital. I was extremely injured but luckily I survived. We had won the war.