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We were buried in the dirt clutching to our rifles for dear life. The machine gun continued to sing from the distance. I rested my back and listened; my commander wasn't so relaxed.
"We need to engage." I heated him mutter to himself like a child whose mother refused him the chance to play with his mate.
"Sir, they are still shooting." I stated the obvious
"Well, I'm not going to sit here like a coward. " Rufus countered
"Me too... " someone else muttered.
"Look, it's going to rain soon. It's a sign. God's on our side." Chika, ever the religious one, offered.
"Then let's do God proud!" My commander bellowed as he charged out of the foxhole.
It did rain that day. A rain of bullets. I sit by the cemetery gate and wonder if God did send a sign
