CHAPTER 3: SMALL REVELATIONS3. Devon
“Stetson!” Devon screamed at his comrade, “Watch out!”
A grenade was making a beeline in their direction. Seasoned warrior that he was, Stetson, who was thirty-four that year, reacted immediately, pushing Devon aside in the process. The grenade fell some twenty-odd feet away from them, exploding on impact. Despite them wearing protection plugs in their ears, some of the sound still managed to get through and make the ringing inside their skulls intense.
The danger was not over yet, so the two soldiers crawled over to the place that they deemed safe. They intended to take cover in a dilapidated building, which was almost within their reach.
“What are our snipers doing not shooting when they’re supposed to?” Stetson was mumbling under his breath as he
