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Twenty minutes left. He has to make it back to camp to warn his brothers of the missile streak targeting them. Rushing down the mountain pass, shots blazing over his head, he knows that that he cannot slow down to catch his breath. The enemy would catch him or he would not have enough time to make it back. Without his warning, his whole platoon will be taken out without a fighting chance. The river is in sight now. Six minutes until the launch commences. The soldier grows fatigued and throws his gear down to keep the pace. He starts jumping over obstacles in his way in order to go faster. The base camp is in sight now, just across the valley. With only two minutes left he throws his gun down and starts to sprint only to trip over some fallen branches. Struggling to stand he hears "Hands up!" So close to camp and this one scout was holding him back. Slowly he raises his hands, no hope without his gun. But defeat is not an option. As the scout approaches the winded soldier he jumps for the gun. Grabbing it by the barrel and thrusting upwards. A shot is fired through his hand narrowly missing his body. He screams in pain as he lets go of the gun. Two more shots go right into his chest. The scout was shaken by the futile and almost suicidal attempt at escaping but more so but the smile on his enemy's face as he hit the ground. "Why are you smiling?" he demanded. With his last breath the hero exhales, "They heard the shots. They are coming for you." The scout starts to run thinking that he was smiling at the fact that he had no chance to escape. The missiles crashed into the camp thirty seconds after the hero died. Most of his platoon had left the camp charging towards the gunshots. Startled by the explosion where the were only moments ago, they freeze. They find the hero laying near them with a smile still on his face. If only they knew the sacrifice he made for them.