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Far crying out loud

The explosion hits hard, looks like the jeep couldn’t take any more punishment. I’m alive, just, but in the middle of an open road and bleeding heavily. Need to get behind some cover. A few boulders are a tiny sprint away, they should do. Someone shouts then everything is muffled. What happened? Have I been hit? Can’t hold my own weight any more. I hear more shots coming from somewhere. The sun is still beating down on me as I fall to the floor. Colours start to fade. I black out. “Get up!” echoes through my head. Am I dead?…