Another gunshot was heard. Another soldier fell.
The surroundings were a mess. Where houses stood previously, a pile of splintered wood and mutilated furniture was strewn all around. Amidst the chaos of war, crying was heard. The wailing of children who had just become orphans, families whose homes had been so mercilessly destroyed. That was what war does, destroyed families and ruin lives.
Soldiers continued their march amidst the wreckage. With guns in hand, they bravely march into battle, knowing that a single gunshot could end their life. Every second was like their last. They trudge on, with sheer determination to save their destroyed country.
Looking up, a dark cloud drifts across the sky. Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot reverberates through the air. Time seems to stop for the soldier who was targeted, as the bullet penetrates his vest and punctures a hole in his chest. Clutching his chest, the victim gags, blood flowing out of the wound. He collapses, and breaths his final breath.
Yet another life claimed by the cruel war.
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