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>She looked up, sand falling from her auburn hair as the beach ruptured around her
>The craft had barely landed when an explosions ripped through the entire squad, and she was tossed airborne, landing on the beach
>Men screamed and fell around her, her head swiveling side to side as the sound slowly came back to her
>Where was her shooter...
>She stood, green tracers flying past like angry green wasps as more sand and salt water was tossed into the air by their energy
>Thats when she saw him, laying curled in a ball a few yards past the exit ramp behind a tank trap
>She teetered towards him as a mortar round hit a few feet away, spraying her with bloodied sand
>She was still dazed, and feebly brushed her hair free of some sand while her unsure steps still drove her forward
>A man fell just in front of her, a bullet ripping through his helmet and spattering her with brains and blood
>"What... oh..." She whispered and smeared it with her hand as she tried to wipe it from her face, stepping over his cooling body as the ocean's waves lapped up the beach
>His own rifle had fallen under him, and was hopelessly trying to claw her way out from under him while her screams of terror echoed behind the auburn haired rifle
>Another mortar round came down behind her, more sand poured over her, but the screams ceased immediately as pieces of man and rifle rained down around her
>Finally she made it to her shooter, and knelt down beside him, her hand coming down on his shoulder
>"Hey, silly, we cant lay down here..." She said weakly, and gave him a soft shake
>He turned his head sharply and smiled at her, but the smile did not last as he clutched at his stomach
>She leaned over him and looked down at the 3 red holes staining his uniform, just below the rib cage where an Mg42 had stitched him
>"Tried to... find you..." He gasped, and reached up with a bloody hand to stroke her cheek
>"Looks like I found you first, silly..." She whispered sadly

>"Dont look good" He grunted and gave his chest a weak little thump with his fist
>"I'm sure the medic will be right along, dont you worry." The auburn haired rifle assured, and her fingers shook as she lightly touched the wounded area
>She knew better, as her eyes scanned and saw not one, but two medics dead, their faces sunken into the sand with their jackets torn from shelling and the enemy machine guns
>"...Sing?..." Her shooter meekly whispered, his eyes wide with the fear of a looming and unavoidable death
>"Anything for you, darling..." The auburn haired rifle choked
>Even though tears welled in her eyes, she began to sing, a sad and happy tune of soldiers going far away to do what they believe is right
>Her voice rang out amongst the artillery and mortar fire tearing through the beach
>Her song pierced through the screams of the dying, the commands of the living, and the prayers of the doomed
>Her pitch sang and danced through the crash of the waves and the thud of landing craft ramps crashing down upon the surf, the heavy thud of boots and the soft impact of bodies falling
>What her song could not do is delay the reaper's never ending duty, and her soldier slowly succumbed to his grasp, his spirit leaving his body right there on the bloody beaches
>The rifle smiled sadly and closed his eyes with her hand, and then looked down the beach at more soldiers crawling forward through the sand
>They all knew what would happen on this beach, they were no fools to believe all their shooters would make it through alive and they would all have happy endings
>They knew it was war, and the unique kind of sadness that war brings
>She stood, another green tracer skipping just by her ear as she did so
>She dusted off her uniform trousers
>Gave her shooter one last look
>And began to make her way up the beach
>Someone... was going to need a rifle