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I open my eyes in shock! It was just a dream. A tank shell exploded near me and blew off my left arm. I try to move that arm and in shock realize I can't. Then I make a deep breath and roll over and away from my arm. It's hard to move it when it goes to sleep from being behind and under you.

Idiot...

I start noticing a distinct lack of sound. Any sound but a prolonged buzz. And it seems to come from everywhere. My ears? I start concentrating. Slowly, the sounds break through and I can make somethings out. Someone shouting, heavy motors... shooting...

Slowly, I force my eyes open. I am on my side, face in dirt. I look through a hole and see the gray sky. Then I close my eyes and hope the hole wasn't in the head of someone I know.

It seems like it takes hours for me to get up from the ground and sit up. In the meantime brain gets nudged by the ears every time a shell explodes nearby. Someone is next to me yelling at me that I'm lucky to be alive. Now my ears are kicking the brain. Thanks a f*cking lot.

I drink the water he gives me and I look around me after that. Another war. Another mindless destruction of everyone's country. And what for? To keep the economy going. To keep the wheels of this new world spinning just so we can live another day.

The doctor patches me up. That's one thing I like about all this FUBAR we're in: if you are lucky enough to get a doctor until he gets blown away by mortar fire you get patched up pretty good.

I stand up feeling refreshed. I take out a cigar and as soon as I try and light it a scream of a Chinese lunatic with a machine-gun makes me duck for cover and I avoid another cheese-grater look. And I drop my cigar. Last one. I sigh and pull out a map from my pocket. Need two tickets to get out of here. So I pull out a two-zoner of my pocket and get to Turkey and from there it's a quick trip to Belgrade. And finally I'm here.

And the first sight I get to see is a familiar face of autobot dark-ops.

...streaking....

...followed by all the other autobots streaking...

And running behind them, trying to get their clothes of in a hurry as they run are some others, all good and familiar people.
They are getting there but not close enough, I say to myself as I smile and pull down my pants. And I yell:

OGI, PIČKO, VODI ME NA CRNO!!!