My finger touched the rubble. It was wet; it was stained with blood. The blood of creatures that were the same, but yet they were different. Somehow, time seemed to have stopped. The gunshots ceased, and the people quit their shouting. All that I could hear was heavy panting. Frothy blood gathered around Nguyen’s nose and lip. An overwhelming sense of fear overcame me; I was watching a friend die, and there was nothing I could do. Sounds of muffled crying were heard. All the soldiers around me contributed to the eerie symphony. Suddenly, Nguyen’s grip on my hand loosened. Mustering all the life that is left in him, he spoke for the last time, “I feel… peaceful.” Nguyen’s head fell on the rubble with a thud. A tear fell on his lips. He was smiling.
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