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You can't leave the man lying on the ground, dying right outside your house.

You unlock the front door and rush across your lawn. Moving closer, you can see that the soldier's eyes are half-open, and he mutters a phrase over and over, "White wall." As you reach the injured man, he stirs on the ground and waves the pistol in a circle. He has tan skin which looks waxy and paler than you imagine his normal tone to be. His name tag reads Lopez, and you can tell by his uniform that he's a Private First Class.

"I'm here to help. Just relax," you say in a calm voice and place your hands on his arm and shoulder.

His eyes open, and he lays the gun across his stomach. He glances left to right, scanning the area. "Sorry," he says and rubs his lips together. "Water…please."

As the soldier lies on the ground, you…