All armed to the teeth looking like a modern grim reaper.
All in unison, they marched forward with fear and in pride.

Bullets flying past like a swarm of bees under the shyness of the sun.

The ground clenching in fear of the day.

' fire! ' a voice boomed from behind though caught up amidst the roar.

All in readiness and in battle frenzy charging forward like a maddened bull though, at a reasonable distance.

Frank plunged forward avoiding the grenade about to claim his life.

He hurried up to his feet obviously back to the game. Gripping his gun, he hid himself aiming for an unguarded enemy, with his eyes glistering in fear and in fury.

He drove two bullet straight into a surprised enemy and aimed for another.

Being spotted, he ran for safety.

No sooner had he stood to run, than he got blown up to pieces on stepping on a landmine.

*FICTION* ✍️✍️✍️


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