The Germans were shooting at us. I told everyone to get back and escape, for we were not prepared enough to take them on. I shot back at them. Drops of sweat rolled down my face, my arms recoiling every time I shot someone. I knew my comrades had to survive. I dashed around, confusing them as they frustratingly shot in my direction. They advanced upon me, forcing me into the side of a cliff. I cursed myself for not checking our surroundings when we made camp. I didn’t notice a bullet coming for me. Luckily, I dodged it the lead projectile just in time, but only ever so slightly, so that it hit my arm. Unfortunately, I was using the limb to wield my gun. Bleeding, I dropped the heavy burden and took out my pistol. I shot until there was no more
