Dust and dirt fly all around me. The sounds of explosions and gunshots fill my ears. The smell of sweat and blood is intoxicating. I did not expect to be wrapped up this way. God knows I never wished to come within a hundred feet of such a battle. My only concern is the lives of my comrades. We all seem to be firing at nothing but air. From behind the dirt mound, I waste no efforts to aim my weapon in the direction instructed.

A faint whistling sound slowly grows louder and louder. Then suddenly, everything goes black.