Captain ! Order the fucking charge ! They ' re getting slaughtered out there ! The Captain didn ' t move . Captain ! Those are our men ! Sergeant , those men started the ambush too early . They are dying due to their own mistakes . If we rush to their aid now , we will be in the same predicament as them , the Captain finally said . All that was left of the 2 nd Platoon was a squad of 7 people , and that number was dwindling fast . 6 men . 5 men . 4 men . 3 men . A loud pop rang out from the advancing enemy line they had triggered the landmines . Before the body parts of the enemy even hit the ground , the Captain ' s whistle was screeching through the air . From every bush , every tree , every crevice in the ground the men of the 1 st and 3 rd platoon erupted , guns in hand and bayonets fastened . The air was polluted with the soul of the men , represented by their passionate warcry . I ran down the hill as fast as I could , the rain making the slope muddy . As I came to a stop at the bottom , I raised my gun and shot into the mass of murders in front of me . I took two heads off clean . Out of ammo . Loaded in another clip . Raised rifle . Unloaded into the defilers . One of them looked my way , a passion to kill in his eye . Pull the trigger . Click . Click . Click . Out of ammo . Panic started to set in . Time slowed as I looked for cover . I heard a gutwrenching scream , my friend running at my enemy . Another scream as the bayonet goes through the villain ' s eye . I load in another clip and look up to find the next man to kill . No one was left . The ambush worked . No casualties , except for 2 nd platoon . Those bastards killed themselves . Fuck them .