Gravel crunches beneath my boots and buckshot ricochets off the cement wall beside me. I crouch down behind an overturned army truck, waiting for the next break in gunfire. I don’t even know if anyone else is alive in my squad. I lost radio contact a half hour ago. When we got seperated, Johnny and I circled back to the rendezvous point, but we’d already been cut off.
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