In the woods as stray bullets wiz by me. I keep low to avoid the lines of death. The amount of guns going off nearby is terifying. I run the opposite direction hoping friendly soilders don’t shot me. I look right and terror fills my veins as enemy soilders come out of the brush. I open fire and dive for cover not even looking to see the result. Someone runs right in front of me and I shoot them in the head. It’s a friendly soilder and I have to watch him die.

At that point I wake up in Salt Lake City. They say War is only enjoyed by thoes who have not experienced it.