British Embassy, Southern Baghdad.2
All he could hear was his heart, pounding in his chest, like a thousand war drums. He jumped walls, dodged bullets, burst through doors and avoided bombs of all descriptions.3
He could hear the rest of his platoon shouting, firing, dying. 4
He increased his speed fourty fold. 5
He came close to his goal [his goal being to reunite himself with his scattered platoon] when suddenly, macchine gun fire whizzed about 2 inches from his face.6
Instinctively, he dropped to the ground, and crawled for cover.7
He could see the bastards. Four Iraqi insurgents armed with M2s [probably stolen from an Iraqi government cache]. He could tell they were skilled marksmen, so he kept his head low.8
He just prayed thay they were dumb enough to not realise that M2s fired more than just bullets.9
He knew that they were staggering their fire. Two men firing while two men reloaded. This could prove difficult.10
He recalled his training. He knew staggered firing was effective, but it wasn't so effective as to be invincible to returned fire.11
He rememberd Sgt Fleetham explaining that killing one man would weaken the firing pattern.12
He crawled cautiously over to an upturned desk. He cocked his rifle, and said a prayer. He waited for the first two men to stop firing. He took a deep breath and13
KAPOW! He saw the blood splatter on the opposite side of the room.14
The opposition were panicking. He knew that they had no idea what to do.15
He calculated that the best way out was by the door on his left hand side. It was about a 200 yard sprint, but it was the easiest route.16
He jumped from behind the desk, spraying the air with bullets as he ran for his life! He ran backwards, hurling bullets at the enemy soldiers, they fired back, but he was running zig zag, making their job so much harder.17
He saw the door, less than 2 metres away! He was going to make it!18
THACK!19
The bullet entered his stomach, and he was knocked off his feet.20
The enemy were shouting and whooping. He spat the blood from his mouth and21
pulled himself up off the ground. He threw his weapon down and ran for it.22
He threw himself at the door, and ran down the street.23
When he knew has was a goner, he dropped to the ground, straight into the arms of his platoon medic.24
"Jesus! Sgt Fleetham, get over here!" shouted the medic.25
He could hear the sounds of boots hitting sand, and he saw the face of his platoon Sgt staring down at him.26
"You're gonna be ok Luke, just hang in there Buddy. Jones, how's it looking?"27
"The bullet missed anything important Sgt. Theres alot of blood, but he's gonna be fine" replied the medic.28
Silently, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was going to go home alive...29
Luke 30
I love dreaming
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You better not get ur ass shot or i'll come there to beat you up 
