My Little Slice Of Heaven
‘Jeeeezsus Dammit MEDIC, MEDIC over here.’ I ducked again when I heard the snapping sound of bullets speeding past my head. Occasionally one would hit the ground and throw dust and rock chips up at me or whine off the Hummer I was laying beside. I moved to pull my platoon sergeant farther away from where he was laying. We were way too exposed and I wanted to get down into the little depression that served as a ditch on this damn road we had been driving on. Our Hummer was crumpled and smoke...