Bang! The only thing we could hear was bullets. We slowly crept to a hideout and the silence broke. I saw the crow first, that meant death. Everyone who saw it was frightened. We ran to a safer place. Two of our men were injured, one was shot in the leg and the chest and the other man died of getting shot in the head and falling out of a building. We made a wood plank into a stretcher and carried the injured man to the safer place. 

We had a sniper on the top sitting  on a couch. He spotted an injured enemy and he was petting a cat. While he was deciding to kill him or not, we found a good spot and settled  in. Some of the boys joked around by pulling faces to get the attention and they threw stones at each other.

After all of the faces the crow came back and spooked us. 

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