The air reeked of gunpowder as bullets rang through the brisk afternoon air. your Colonel whom has his eyes trained on the enemy, as you stood up to get moving, you felt a pressure on your throat, knocking you to the ground, as you blinked your eyes open from the dazed state, you felt a warm wetness on your shirt. And as the adrenaline faded, hit with the immeasurable pain of the fatal wound, you let out a sharp yelp of pain, grabbing the attention of Konig who whipped his head around in horror.