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The bombs and gunfire are so loud they silence out my own brain being able to think. I can hardly stand because of how strong the bombs are. It feels like someone is grabbing me and shaking me constantly. I tremble in fear, I grip the SPG-9 on top of the dusty tan building in the city square. I am shocked it is still standing. I aim for the three roads connecting to the square. I look out for enemy vehicles ready to use the SPG-9. And that's when I see it, a tank rolls up I think a M1 Abrams but I'm trembling in fear and I can't think straight so it's undecided. I start breathing heavily hoping they don't spot me. I slowly load the SPG-9 prepared to blow the tank up. Slowly I take aim for the head of the tank, "Oh god, Solomon don't mess this up please..." I think to myself. I lock the guns sights on the tank and close my eyes and slowly squeeze the trigger. Boom. I hear something crumble, I open my eyes and I see I hit a building instead of a tank. My heart drops to the floor realizing what I've done. "I'm dead." I start panicking and the tank sees me. The tank rolls it's barrel up to me and my SPG-9 "God... please..." I get on my knees and pray. And then I hear a boom and then everything goes silent. Everything becomes black and the world silent as a mouse. I am dead.
Boom.