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As Iran bullets flying all around me my armor cleaning together making a deafening noise. As I ran A speck of blood landed on my fur. It reminded me of when all of this was not possible. When I was a kid I wouldn't have even thunk this s*** was possible. It really never came to mine the war was possible at least That's what I thought as a kid. As I ran I heard a noise. It was not gunshots or yelling it sounded like a woman singing. As the bombs went and bullets fired I heard It again. This time louder. I look to my commander. "Did you hear that" I said "hear what" "that singing" I said NO! he shouted. I started to run as fast as I could Towards the voice I stopped right when the voice became the loudest. Were I Could not hear gunshots or yelling. It was so quiet. I was remembering "I have been in war for so long I forgot what quiet sounded like". "Where the hell am I" I Whispered. Out of nowhere there was a ginormous beam of light pointing right at my eye.
To be continued...