"Why did I decided to play the hero?" JIm asked himself over and over, while he tried to concentrate. He was covered in sweat, carrying his reglamentory equipment. The humidity of the forest and the sun hitting right in his face did not help at all. His legs trembled with every step he made and he would have sworn he could hear his heart pounding. Nevertheless, he controlled himself, he had been trained for that. But they don't train you for what's next. Jim made another step, but he didn't hear a rustle of branches. He felt something harder under his foot. A mine. Still unexploded.
