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I had been driving, TL on the gun. After we hit the land, it was torture. we ran as fast and as stealthy as we could. We had to leave the 'dillo because they were named "Armadillo"s for a reason. Loud, but armored. I read letters from home, and from the UK. I had a lover in the U.K., she was drafted. She didn't approve of the U.K.'s options, but she wasn't a favorer of the USA's plans either. We swore to find each other. I put the letter back. I got on with the mission. I ran through the buildings, fisting people, taking their melee weapons, taking whatever was the best. We covered eachother. After sabotaging the british fuels, I heard a whistle. Friendly arty fire. We ran for cover, yelling curses crazily, taking the best shelter we could find. TL was almost hit, so we decided to take a low-fuel husky to get away. We hopped on it, and that quad went twice it's limit of 80. Guess when you have to get outta somewhere, ya gotta get out, eh? We finally got out, but we had another thing to do, since we met up with U.S. ground forces, we had to run through trenches, killing people as we go. That's how I have a whole in my arm. It happened all so fast, and it was an "accident". I jumped into a trench, NS2000 fully loaded. But then I saw a soilder. Ballistics vest, AT-4 CS ready to launch, I shot the soilder's foot. I heard a blood-curdling scream, then I was shot 5 times in the arm. I then recognized the scream. It was her.... I yelled, killing brits and americans, trying to help her. Until.......Until a medic arrived. I only had to kill one american, but it still hurt my heart. But it hurt my heart even more to see my love bloody, knowing it was my recklessness. I cried, while the medic patched her up. I said, " Emily, I'm sorry." No reply. I saw the medic pull out defribulators, for I had shot an extremely vital artery in her foot. I knew her blood type. I cut my wrist. I put it in a large vial, and made a sharp point in the vial. The medic had her foot ready for combat again, but he had trouble finding her pulse. I jabbed her arm with the vial, donating blood. It barely did any negative, and it saved her. After she saw me, she screamed, " JOHN!!!!!!! Who stabbed your wrist!?!?! will you live!?!" I replied with a slight nod, and showwed her my dagger. Trent saw her dis-belief. we tried to make jokes, saying things like, " John's going emo!" But it didnt cover the cold pain. We had done a war-crime. We helped a U.K. troop. I would make it to where I would take all blame. But we had to focus on the battle. We had an addition to the squad, a helpful asset, but a costly one. I'm sure that TL has his side of his story, since he was off in another trench. but for now, this story is mine.