t was a diffrent time a diffrent enemy... sixty men from tear one teams where sent down to face a enemy force of five-hundred... there objective.. to push bake the enemy force from a civilian hospital and keep its occupants alive... three days they held there ground but the force was to grate the sixty where cut down to fifteen they wouldent last another night and the enemy knew it... under the cover of darkness they evacuated the hospital sending only one of there own to lead the way the rest returned to the line and took covoer under the bodys of there allies... as the blood poured over them and the sand stuck to them like a shroud changing them anointing them... when the enemy drew near the soldiers rose out of the desert sand they were like a hunter that couldent be seen useing stealth there enemys couldent defend against when the men ran dy of ammo they used there blades and when the blades ran dull they used there hands when the dust and sand had settled o ly one of the enemy had survived... he was picked up in the desert wondering aimlessly.. traumatized... he warned others of the force that was so menacing it could only be described as super-natural
one thing i have to ask you. Do you believe in ghosts?
