Desert Storm

Taking a sip of beer for courage I screamed "Laskovyi Mai sucks!" and crawled out of the trench, got up and ran ahead.

Other fighters slowly crawled out behind me, ran, fired, fell. Someone from somewhere to somewhere fired a bazooka.

A figure loomed ahead. I shot.

"Oh my God! I'm killed! My butt! Help me!" shouted a familiar to me voice.

Another figure appeared in the mist. I pulled the trigger but the machine gun magazine was empty.