WUMP! WUMP! WUMP! An incoming helicopter churned up the sand—gritty, dirty stuff stinging his eyes, clogging his nose and mouth. The smell of melting plastic and rotting flesh repelled him. He could almost make out the forms of people yelling and running through the sand. “ WATCH OUT! That’s a body there; don’t trip on it!” ACK! ACK! ACK! Machine gun fire—then the pop of an exploding grenade. His legs and arms started to move—faster and faster— breath came in harsh gasps. A weight landed on him. Push it off! The weight started licking him, his shoulder, his face—Roscoe! He…













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