They'd ambushed us, in the middle of the City. We never stood a chance. They collapsed on us from all angles and slaughtered my men almost instantly. A few managed to escape the main battle, but were cut down as they ran. It was my turn next, the enemy had me pinned to the ground, a knife to my throat - he wanted personal revenge on me for killing his brother or something. I wasn't really paying attention to the spittle flying in my face as he screamed at me. As the knife dug deeper into my throat, drawing blood.. An explosion from a nearby building distracted him, giving me the chance to turn his own knife against him, driving it into his stomach, sending him off to meet his brother in Hell. Scrabbling to my feet, I managed to escape the thick of the battle, grabbing a weapon from the arms of a lifeless ally.. A good friend of mine, one whom I had been very close to. I couldn't leave him like that.. But I only had the chance to grab his Dog Tags before I was spotted and fired upon. Fleeing the battle, I managed to hole myself up in a building far away from the ambush site, waiting it out until I was sure it was safe to return to the streets. I was met with utter destruction.. Bullet holes in all the buildings, blood splattered over concrete and windows and numerous buildings on fire, crumbling where they stood without help. With no radio, and no help coming, I was stuck here by myself and forced to find my own way back to base.. Hopefully I'd make it out alive. Best be sure if I ran across an enemy, I wasn't going to give them any mercy. They had slaughtered my comrades... The enemies would not make it out of my sight with their limbs or innards intact. I shall revenge my comrades and return to base alive, to inform their families personally.


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