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  1. -Three minutes later-
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  3. Her boots hit the damp ground as she made her way, soft splashes of dirty water flying up occasionally. She could hear the cracks overhead now, and her heart began to thud harder. The whistling snaps made her duck her head lower, even though they were nearly five feet above her. She could hear the sounds of falling projectiles, a distinct whining whistle that stood out more than anything. Mortars and artillery came to mind, and her heart was stuck in her throat.
  4. "I see why i was transferred."
  5. It didn't take long to find a small group, three men firing everything they had out of long rifles. There was a fourth as well, lying on the floor, gripping his chest. Or that was the last thing he was doing, anyways. She moved it out of mind and moved next to them, looking over as one reloaded his rifle, watching him slam the magazine in hastily. "What in hell is going on? Where do you guys need me?" She shouted to him, pulling herself onto an empty ammo crate, taking a knee to stay in the concealment of the trench. She looked back as he gave her a look, one of both curiosity and displease. She shook her head and disregarded him, quickly popping her head over the ridge, Just for a moment. She could see what the others were firing at by the tracers alone, and she saw what was the cause. There appeared to be thirty to forty men, lying either wounded, dead, or prone nearly 100 meters away. She brought her gun up and quickly felt the recoil, pushing against her shoulder harshly as the gun pulled upwards.
  6. "Gówno!"
  7. She ducked back down and checked how many rounds she just burned, glancing to her right quickly. She saw another small group, and one of them appeared to be aiming a large, anti material cannon. She watched as the fireball bloomed from its muzzle, and heard a metallic clang echo across the trench. The burly man brought another cartridge, nearly the size of his arm and longer than hers, to the smoking bore of the cannon. She watched him slam it into place before looking away, hearing the boom once more, followed by another sharp clang of steel warping.
  8. "Good shot.."
  9. She looked down at the man on the ground, paying more attention than before. He was still breathing, and his eyes stared up at her. She could see the pain glossed over his eyes, and she fixed her mind on her job. She let her feet hit the ground with a thud as she ducked behind the others, feeling hot brass fall onto her back. She came to a kneel beside his head as she began unpacking what supplies she had brought with her. He initially fought with her, pressing his blood-stained gloves to his chest as the wound kept on. He eventually lost his strength, and she began her work. It wasn't long until she caught a glimpse of the mans face, or who she thought was a man. He looked no older than fifteen, he barely had a scruff to his chin. Once again, her heart caught, shocked at how such a young boy could be drafted. She tried to shake it out of her mind as she wrapped his chest with a thick bandage, the blood soaking through the first layers as she wrapped.
  10. "It can't be that bad... right?"
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