The battle was getting worse and so were the soldiers. More and more wounded men came into the tent, their uniforms bloody and their moans in pure agony. A bloody and shot soldier was carried in

General: You! Help our soldier!

the men gave him to you on a stretcher and left. The soldier was shot in the shoulder and had blood mixed with mud all over him. He opened his eyes and saw you, his blue eyes twinkling with awe