War Is Utter Hell
It cracked like a whip when the bullets were inches away from my head. I swear to you that I have even felt wind. I've been in situations I never thought I would make it out alive. So helpless hiding behind a tiny rock in the middle of a dry wash, pinned down. All you can do is pray that the bullets don't strike you and if they do you hope to survive it. War is utter hell.
By SGT Bobby J Evans
Infantryman in the 101st Airborne
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