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Posted By admin on February 1, 2010
It was hell. That’s all I could think about, between storms of gunfire and shrapnel and smoke. Bodies everywhere, and I was starting to have trouble telling the difference between which were alien and which were human. The splintered squads that still stood at the gate and fired like they had nothing to lose looked at me with the eyes of the damned. I knew I had to help them. But what could I, a brand new Specialist and practically a kid besides, do against the onslaught of the Bane that ravaged what remained of the Landing Zone? What more could one gun offer against hundreds?
It wasn’t a gun I offered in the end, but a prayer. Crouching at the heels of my failing comrades, I wiped the sweat from my brow and pulled out the new repair tool I’d bought less than an hour ago. Things looked bad, but more than the power of another gun, we needed an angel – someone to gift us with the last breath we needed to stop the rush, and God wasn’t listening, to say the least.
It lasted an eternity, but when the dust settled, our last stand had become the first miracle we’d seen since we left home. I’m not sure whose tears flowed faster – the soldiers’ or mine.
The only thanks I got in the end was a salute, but somehow it was more than enough to make me think real hard about becoming an angel more often. Maybe this war doesn’t need more guns after all.
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