Another shell sounded not far off as Zach cradled his shattered leg. “We have to keep moving!” Mark yelled in his ear.

“I’m not going anywhere, Zach responded looking down at his leg. Half was exposed, ripped apart by the shrapnel that had grazed their foxhole. “You go!”

Mark shook his head. “No way I’m leaving you!” He yelled.

“You have to, or you’ll die here too!” Zach responded, trying to push Mark away. Mark stopped him and began dragging Zach by the arms towards the shelter of another foxhole. He was almost there when another shell landed right in their place blowing them to pieces.

Tim watched from a foxhole a little ways off and then ducked down again for cover. He grabbed his rifle tightly and closed his eyes.