• Moving to the sound of beating drums, his heart sank deeper with each breath. He was looking death in the face as he tried to load his weapon faster than his adversary. He almost did'nt want to, he almost wanted to stand there and die, his life depended on his next desicion. He had won, he had loaded faster, he lifted his weapon to his shoulder and took aim, but hesitated. Seconds seemed like hours as he held this man's life in his hands, motivated to pull the triger only by his enemy finaly taking aim at him. Feet pounded the earth and battle cries filled the air as his unit moved forward; but before he went with them he stood over his victim, looked down at him, and payed his final respects, to the man that shared his mother.