Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-7262318-20180530180644

Chris let out a low growl and loaded up his rifle. He would be the first to fire.

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"God dammit!" Sarge barked. "Pissed yourselves and now we've got this shit... Fuckin, we couldn't afford to give more sympathy to the rebels and what do you fuckers do? You go and murder the goddamn..." He looked around the battlefield. He could see a few of the casualties. Housewives, men in suits, homeless. Children, none older than 8...

"Jesus H. Tap-Dancing Motherfucking Christ," Sarge growled. "You boys proud? Look at those faces out there, look at those workin' folks lying in the mud. You proud of that? You proud you did the Commie's work for them? When we get back to the states, I swear to god-"

Just then, a gunshot rang out from across the field. Within a second, one of the men's brains was blasted out from his skull and he toppled over, causing some of the other men to scatter.

"Sniper! Heads down! Move, Move!" Sarge hollered, making a break for some cover.