I could feel the bullet, the impact and the loss of oxygen as I was slammed to the ground. My heart thumping, my body shaking, and cold sweat popping from my forehead. I could feel it, the blood. It glistened in the foggy air. Why had I been shot? I couldn't help wondering even though my mind was numb with pain. Why was I even here? Why had I chosen this line of death? To put my life in a strangers hands and expect them to protect it? A rush of cold swept over me as I remember the pain, the blood, the war. Was I dying?