World At War

A tank slowly traverses through the mud. BOOM. A rocket hit the tank. Only one man survived, but he watched his friend’s guts on the trees, around him, and some on his face. He watches his friend, who was still conscious somehow, scream without his lower body being attached. So traumatizing and so horrific. His left ear is bleeding from the loud sound. Bullets rain like a stormy night. He picks up his weapon and tries to fight for his life. Sharpnal is still in his arms. His head was still spinning, and his adrenaline was pumping. While the World is still At War.