"Keep on fighting Jake...Tell my wife and kids that I...That I..." A soldier grips Jake's hands in the battlefield, blood drips down his fingertips, bomb explosions are in the background,"Tell them that...I love them..." His comrade's hands fall down to the bloody rocky battlefield. Jake gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, hundreds of his brothers in arms all laid scattered across the fiery battlefield, all of them dead. Their bodies were decapitated and torn apart by bomb explosions and some others were riddled with bloody bullet-holes on their bodies. He trained with them for years, they were like his family, and all them were slaughtered without any mercy, Jake wanted to kill everyone who took his comrades lives, he stood up and fired his weapon with everything he had, aiming his rifle at incoming attackers, on that day he took so many lives and lost so many lives, he would never be the same.
