[SoLiDUS]

The afternoon, as previously noted, was rather dull and uneventful : nothing worth wasting time writing on, except for how I got wounded bad.

We ate our dinner : boy was it good. Some guys left their guns in the warmth of the sun. Pressure would build up in the tank and shooting would prove to be quite accurate, but also quite dangerous. Up on the hill, I made my way slowly down with a friend : we would scan right and left, seeing and hearing nothing. Something was wrong.. terribly wrong !
I heard 2 shots. Something wizzed by my right ear. POW! A shot hit me right in the arm. I felt a burning pain and fell to the ground, not so much for the pain, but out of cowardice and fright of another bullet hitting me somewhere a little more vital.
The guy next to me was not so lucky : 3 shots hit him in the chest area, 1 in the groin and arm and finally, 2 in the face.
He fell flat on the ground. No movement. No sound. I pleaded for mercy. A lone soldier came out and checked us out.

He came to help me with the guy next to me: he was totally dazed, his mobility being that of a drunk and his reactions that of a semi-conscious person. Our attacker had left his gun in the comfort of the bright, hot sun. The pressure was so high they had to remove the tank and replace it with a fresh one free of contact with the sun.

I finally looked at my own wound : I had a 7 millimeter deep wound about a quarter big on the side of my right arm. It showed signs of bleeding profusely a little while ago, seeing how much blood was on my arm.

I left to go home.

I was now a man.