i met a man named harold. Hes drunk but he has high spirits for the war. Harold and I found ourselves behind enemy lines. We pushed through covering each others backs. It seemed like we were safe. We made it through their commie ranks yelling "eat our ass" the whole time. As we regrouped with our allies our awareness lackened and we started to celebrate. Harold told me about his family back home. All of a sudden we got ambushed. Harold went down. I got shot in the knee. I hid and started crawling towards harold screaming his name. He died in my arms. I rushed the enemy in a blaze of fury and killed the bastard that took harold from me. 5/7 would suicide for my boy harold again.