You shuffled across the endless battle field.. no enemies or colleagues in sight.. they were all dead, their bodies scattered around.

you clenched your stomach, you've been shot awhile back.. you heard low grunts from your left direction.. you came closer, scared if it was your enemies or your colleagues.

it was a man around 25.. you didn't know who he was.. but he was one of your colleagues because he had a knitted flag on his uniform. He was bandaging his leg

"please.. have mercy.."