Final ScreamsA quiet breeze sweeps over the trench as we wait for the signal to be given. Talk is reduced to a low murmur of tense conversation between us, vain attempts to reduce the anxiety of these last few moments. Looking over to my right I can see the rest of the platoon all lined up, facing the edge of the trench. Many of the looks on their faces reflect what I feel; A grim expression of finality with a trace of excitement. We know what it is we could be facing when we climb over that ledge, but we don't seem to have a choice in the matter, this is apparently what we have been training for over the past year and a half. The CommanFinal Screams
Oh yeah, and CS = evil.
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