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>be DT's military
>chillin inna trench
>got trench foot because the commander didn't know that could happen
>commander tells us to use our big bullets to hit every shot and 360 no scope them
>loads me up with 30lbs of ammo alone
>antiquated bolt action wood stock rifle
>hear what I thought was a passing bee
>was actually the guy next to me being taken out from a helicopter off in the distance that we can't hit because our commander only gave us RPG-7's and rifle grenades
>enemy has been picking us off left and right for days
>suddenly hear a sound
>fwoosh fwoosh fwoosh fwoosh
>oh god the whole trench is on fire
>fwoosh fwoosh fwoosh fwoosh
>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
>run past men on fire through the trench
>suddenly the sounds of jets overhead
>look up but see nothing
>everything for 400 yards in front of me lights up in a blaze as the bombing run was over before I even knew it was happening
>I'm covered in the parts of my comrades flung about
>I run out of the trench into no mans land as a last ditch effort
>nobody is outside the trench stave a few squads
>I see what the sound was now
>each squad in their own foxhole has an M202 flash on one members shoulder lobbing incendiaries into our trench lines
>behind them are Sherman tanks from WW2 outfitted with the iconic spicy tube
>raise my rife to get one before I go
>the last sound I hear is that bee again
>only it wasn't a bee
>it was a 5.56 SOST round fired from 200 yards by a dumb redneck from Alabama with a Trijicon 3.5x ACOG
