I want to wipe my hands clean of the mud. Even if that was a good idea, there isn’t a part of my uniform that isn’t already covered.
South Korea has more distinct breeds of mosquito than I’ve seen in my whole life prior. One of the fifteen on my trigger hand wears tiger stripes. I don’t dare move though. The enemy is after me and my unit gone.
I don’t have any live ammunition because this was only a training exercise. At least it was until the dragons arrived.
A scene from “Rise of the Dragons”