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Moans and cries filled the air as the smell of iron in blood stung their noses. The war in Cambodia had already lasted for 5 years and it is still going on. Three valiant soldiers are fending a fort with their lives. The fate of the country lies in their hands. Their ammunitions are running low and their comrades had left them here to fend for themselves. Gunshots thundered in the air, attacking their eardrums. “Aarh! Pain!” one of the soldier moaned. He had just been shot on his leg and it is not good for them. Two other comrades rushed towards him and offered comfort. They had been like true brothers throughout the war, covering each other’s backs, never leaving each other behind. A slight breeze came and the tree leaves gave a tiny rustling noise. The breeze was the only sign of peace and comfort. However, silence is a bad omen, a sign that shows a tough night looming ahead.
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