Tommy's Guns

We lost count of helicopters. We lost count of APC's. We lost count of bodies. We lost count of boxes. We lost count of rockets, bullets, and anything we could possibly use to protect us. This wasn't just the fog of war: this was a fog of smoke, fire, projectile. It changed us. I ran straight at an APC and threw myself and two C4's on it to protect an innocent. I also ran from rockets only to look back and see the blaze cut down three others. There were no heroes. Just survival.