When the tigers broke free..

It might've been four o'clock in the morning, the dawn was just breaking, and my bones were cracking. I didn't have the will to fight on, or live on much longer.

Blood covered my military camouflage, and it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. We were listening for helicopters, or the sound of gunfire. I sent the scout out ahead of me to search for mines for the rest of my men.

I was thinking about calling it quits, I could always make another general, or request that another general come take my place; but that would only happen if I was dying. I had holes in my body armor and I knew just one more of them could break me.

In the dark and silence, suddenly the radio man's boots started squishing in the mud, as he runned over everybody who was lying still. He was whispering my name around, presumably to try and find me. After having been with my men over a year, I could tell those boots and who they belonged too.

I even heard his voice in the silence and could tell whose it was. I knew where he was too. They said I had the ear of a sniper.

I waved him over, and when he finally found me he exclaimed in a low voice, "We got the call, the war is over!"

I looked up to the moon, and then over to my commander, hoping he was still alive. I sat up in what was probably mud, shit, and blood. I heard a horn blow from far away.

"It's over! It's finally over!" My men shouted.

I looked over at my commander and said, "Come on Tom, it's time to go home. It's time to move on. It's finally over."