I look around panting, at the barren, desert land-scape. The scene, or it might be the pain, brought me down to my knees. fallen soldiers littered the now silent desert, I looked at them all with a tear in my eye. I stooped at my friends, stupid of me to have made them.. Being in the army and all… Friends and enemies alike, I felt a deep sorrow. My breath became more rapid, as the pain from the bullet wound in my side surged through me. I held it down hard. I fell to my stomach, my arms laid limply next to me. I got into a push up position, and then back to my knees. no.. i thought, I will not die here.. Not in this war… I need to live up to save the world…. I yelled in pain as I felt something go through my torso, ’Laat my jou pyn .." he hissed in my ear, he pulled out the long combat knife with a sharp yank. " Laat jy ’n voorbeeld, wat gebeur wanneer jy skop die perdebye nes … O, en vertel die Satan ek sê “hallo ..” He smirked and chuckled slightly, as he watched me fall back to my stomach.