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True Life Story: THE BATTLE FIELD

As we lay on our tummies, crawling for a great distance, attempting to position ourselves and frightened to push the trigger, the next thing I heard was a horrific noise near to my ears. I was dead momentarily. The firearm accidently left my hands. The commander beside me gave me a fatal knockout of the blues. That was when I recognized myself again. All the while, I prayed in my thoughts and heart—" God, remember me, maintain and keep me for my mom; Oh, my mom!" When I had that knock, I was obligated to press the trigger, and I did. An intriguing, genuine life story you won't want to miss. Experience the intensity and chaos of war in "THE BATTLE FIELD" - a gripping tale of survival, courage, and sacrifice. Follow the journey of a young soldier as he navigates through the dangers and horrors of battle. With bullets flying and enemies closing in, he must make a difficult decision: press the trigger or face certain death. As you immerse yourself in the story, you'll feel the fear, adrenaline, and heart-pounding tension of the battlefield. You'll witness the bravery and camaraderie of soldiers fighting for a cause they believe in, and the devastating consequences of war. "THE BATTLE FIELD" is a must-read for anyone who wants to gain a deeper understanding of the human experience in times of conflict. It's a powerful reminder of the sacrifices made by those who have fought and died for their country. Don't miss out on this unforgettable journey. Get your copy of "THE BATTLE FIELD" today.

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Chapter 1: Press The Trigger.

"Press the trigger or you are dead" was echoed in my ears. I had the weapon tightly clasped in between my arms. Dread, at that time, abandoned me for a bit. I could not specify the size or kind of the gun, but I hadn't seen such a thing before that time.

I was advised to pull the trigger by one of the Biafran troops who gave it to me. I could not. I looked all over the world to see if I could secure a rescue, but to no effect. Bullets were flying all over the place where I was. I could hear Army officials shouting and generating all sorts of military chants that I could neither explain nor grasp.

As we lay on our tummies, crawling for a great distance, attempting to position ourselves and frightened to push the trigger, the next thing I heard was a horrific noise near to my ears. I was dead momentarily. The firearm accidently left my hands. The commander beside me gave me a fatal knock out of the blues. That was when I recognized myself again.

All the while, I prayed in my thoughts and heart—" God, remember me, maintain and keep me for my mom; Oh, my mom!"

When I had that knock, I was obligated to press the trigger, and I did.