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The edge of the future
When
the
bullets
start
flying
,
it
’
s
only
a
matter
of
time
before
fear
catches
up
with
a
soldier
.
There
you
are
,
steel
death
whizzing
past
in
the
air
.
Distant
shells
thunder
low
and
muddy
,
a
hollow
sound
you
feel
more
than
hear
.
The
close
ones
ring
high
and
clear
.
They
scream
with
a
voice
that
rattles
your
teeth
,
and
you
know
they
’
re
the
ones
headed
for
you
.
They
cut
deep
into
the
ground
,
throwing
up
a
veil
of
dust
that
hangs
there
,
waiting
for
the
next
round
to
come
ripping
through
.
Thousands
of
shells
,
burning
through
the
sky
-
slices
of
metal
no
bigger
than
your
finger
-
and
it
only
takes
one
to
kill
you
.
Only
takes
one
to
turn
your
best
buddy
into
a
steaming
side
of
meat
.
Death
comes
quick
,
in
the
beat
of
a
heart
,
and
he
ain
’
t
picky
about
who
he
takes
.
The
soldiers
he
takes
quick
-
before
they
know
what
hit
’
em
-
they
’
re
the
lucky
ones
.
Most
die
in
agony
,
their
bones
shattered
,
their
organs
shredded
,
leaking
a
sea
of
blood
onto
the
ground
.
They
wait
alone
in
the
mud
for
Death
to
steal
up
behind
them
and
wring
out
the
last
drops
of
life
with
his
icy
hands
.
If
there
’
s
a
heaven
,
it
’
s
a
cold
place
.
A
dark
place
.
A
lonely
place
.
*
*
*
I
’
m
terrified
.
I
grip
the
trigger
with
stiff
fingers
;
my
arms
shake
as
I
send
a
rain
of
scorching
steel
down
onto
the
enemy
.
The
rifle
kicks
as
I
fire
it
.
Vunk
.
Vunk
.
Vunk
.
A
beat
steadier
than
my
heart
.
A
soldier
’
s
spirit
isn
’
t
in
his
body
.
It
’
s
in
his
weapon
.
The
barrel
warms
until
it
glows
,
the
heat
turning
fear
into
anger
.
