men
jump,
swarming
away
from
the
safety
of
their
transportation.
heavy
packs
and
uniforms,
tension
fills
the
silence
like
an
overflowing
bucket.
squads
continue
to
pour
out,
onto
the
sand
and
up
the
bank.
there
is
still
silence;
people
hold
their
breaths,
waiting.
men
are
told
to
climb;
these
direct
orders
remain
quiet.
a
few
men
venture
out,
and
then
when
nothing
happens
more
follow.
they
scout
the
area,
believing
it’s
safe.
an
explosion
erupts
and
clumps
of
soil
fly
into
the
air,
men
collapse.
the
sounds
of
gunfire
are
close,
small
dots
blinking
out
from
grass
and
small
mounds.