Short story war story

Chapter 1

Me and my brother have been in the same unit for 3 years now, he is everything to me. He is my twin, my own flesh and blood.

We wait our nights in the base tents playing poker, or any other game we can possibly think of to pass the time, it usually works, and I usually win.

"Dammit bryan you just can't loose can you?" He said

"I can but you just suck , that is all Jake"

"Alright brother man, I think Ima knock out" Said my brother getting up out of his chair.

"Sleep tight princess" I said, he swung his head back "Ya Ya Fuck you too" He said with a wink and grin, as he hopped up into his cott.

We were pretty sarcastic with each other most of the time, but hell, weren't most bro's to this day? We had a sense of telepathy being twins and all. I read his mind, he read mine. There wasn't keeping anything from one another, but that was okay because we really didn't need to. 

I hopped in my cott and thought "I love you bro" I heard back "The princess loves you too" And then the lights were out"

Chapter 2

Me and my bro both awoke to the sound of the base sirens and explosions going off.

"Get the fuck outa bed, we're under attack!" said our sargent.

Me and my bro sprung out of bed with both questions in our mind "What the fuck is going on?"

"It's okay my man, just stick with me, and get dressed, and arm up!" I said.

I knew he was scared, and so was I. By the time we were ready, we looked out of our tent and half the damn base was dead. Rpg's were flying left to right. I instantly was grazed on my shoulder. My brother felt it to, I knew this because he jumped back and grabbed his shoulder where I got hit. He started crying as we ran for cover inside one of the bases bunker. I took out my M16 and aimed. I couldn't see anyone! They were all taliban fucks who were apparently good at hiding, when suddenley I spotted one. I switched to 3 round burst, locked on with my crosshairs and nailed the fucker right in the head. I called to my brother who was histerical "Bro you're guna be okay! We have good cover here. Get out your rifle and help me out!" "Alright" I heard him think to me. He stopped crying and pulled out his Rifle as well.

out of nowhere a teliban runs in front of the bunker and my brother sparyed him at least 6 times. "Good job, bro!" I said to him. 

Another one of our men came into the bunker for cover as well. He started to fire, I looked back for one second and back again and my brother was ducked on the floor with the soldier that took cover with us bleeding through the center of his forehead. Sniper. I ducked away from the window and crawled over to my brother and gave him a hug. "We are going to have to find that sniper "bro" or else we are locked in here for good. 

I peeked out of the bunker, to see where he might be. The sound of cracking cement hit behind me, he just missed. I ducked. And looked at our dead soldier. He was carrying a sniper. I was good at sniping.

I picked it up and calculated on where he was located as quick as I could. I found him.

He shot, cracked the cement hehind me again. I aimed up as quick as I could, cross hairs locked, and fired. As the last bullet he fired hit the wall once more, I looked up and saw I hit him! He was dead.

Chapter 3

We were finally free of the bunker. Me and Jake Ran out to find the closest possible cover when suddenly I felt a crack in my chest, I yellped and looked down. I wasn't hit.

I instantley knew with the rage of a thousand storms that my brother was dead.

I pulled out my pistol and searched and killed one, and then another, an another, and two more.

I had never felt a rage like this my own brother was no more. 

I felt my leg get hit and I was imobile I killed one more before I was shot in the arm. I picked up my pistol with my other arm, I was out of ammo. "Jake I'm commin buddy"