may-day: a call for help.

by e i ducked for cover at the nearest bush.

Bullets were spraying all over my head. I grew increasing fearful, i doubt the helmet i’m wearing is any useful at all.

I clutched on to my rifle. I’m out of ammo.

And I’m all alone.

What happened to ‘watch my back’?

But i trust my comrades. They’ll find me, they’ll come for me…

Meanwhiles I’ll try to survive. I’ll recover and find the nearest safehouse.

J, how did you survive the heartbreaks? How did God come in?