With Darkness Comes Death

As we were driving, I saw the old sign that says, "Welcome to Wyoming." We were only 85 miles from the front. I needed to sleep, I have not in days. I could not I did not know if we were going to be ambushed or shot off the road. My eyes could not stay open. I laid my head on the windowsill and shut my eyes.

I woke up the truck going over bumpy roads. As the headlights of the truck shut off the darkness was like camouflage, blocking the other trucks.

"where are we?" I asked as I sat up.

"were about 4 miles from the front." Zodof said yawning.

We both got out of the trucks and we all gathered in front of this wheat field. There is about 325 of us. I knew that a lot of these men would die.

"we will attack at night and catch them off guard. We will begin marching in 2 hours." Zodof said looking over all of us.

I started an hour early because I need to be there before everyone else. I was jogging through the thick brush. I felt like for ever before I reached the base. As I started to settle down on the side of the mountain. I was about half a mile out. I then grabbed my rifle, checked the clip, and laid down.