Fog of war - A Swedish soldiers trauma pt. 4

"Get the hell out of there Tupp!"- Corporal Jönsson called as the bullets whipped past my helmet. It sounded like someone was hitting a whip right behind my boots as every step I took while running mattered and one misstep would lead to the whip catching up to me.

Another day, another battlground I thought to myself after getting behind cover, I pressed my back behind a boulder where Corporal Jönsson regroup our unit to brief us on how to take out the massive bunker that sat upon the hill in front of us.

Chester said the bunker looks more like a nipple on a breast but before he could paint a clearer picture for us Jönsson already hit him in the head with the spade he used to point out our battle plan in the mud.

This time the plan was to use our remaining smoke grenades to make a conceiling fog and use our grenades to blow it up when getting close enough.

A classic I thought to myself and when I looked at Chester I could se he thought the same based on his grin. I guess all those hours on call of duty helped us a little bit in the real world.

Call of duty: Modern warfare 2, what a masterpiece...

"Tupp get a fucking move on!", oh shit my unit is moving already. Jönsson threw the smokes and we prepared ourselves for moving towards the bunker, 60 meters is not much but when you stare down a machine gun it seems more like 600 meters on a soapy water slide.

The smoke laid down a fog thick enough so we had to rely on the sun to guide us in the right direction towards the bunker. The same time it became thick enough for us to start moving the whip started rattling again. The bullets flew above our heads and faintly I heard Jönsson calling "WAIT FOR THE RELOAD". That is probably the only time I have wished for the enemy to have more bullets. "Now, keep your head down!", we started moving at a hunched walking style looking more like Quasimodo then soldiers.

Once again bullets started flying around us. The smoke was thinning, taking our only hope of survival with it.

"Throw the grenades!", with the smoke letting up we could se we were not more then thirty meters away so we started a bombardment of grenades and I could se Chesters landing through the gap in to the bunker. And at the same time as his grenade slid inside Chester got pierced by the barrage of whips that made an ugly sound when crashing into his body. I ran to him and started dragging him to safety, "Stop Tupp" he sounded like he had a whole glass of water in his mouth.

"BOOM!" The grenades provided an orchestra of thunder as they set off one by one. The whip stopped as the bunkers walls around the opening crumbled, I looked down on Chester and again saw a grin on his face as the blood started colouring his uniform red and a river of blood fell from his mouth and nose. Then he opened his mouth.

"Hey Tupp, would you look at that? Who'd have thought I'd get to see a pierced nipple here?"