I was lying unconscious, wounded in a field, bleeding out with death tightening his grip on my shoulder. Whilst my heart rate is slowing and memories of my childhood are flashing before my eyes i see in the corner of my eye a van with the red cross painted on its side. I feel relief as the medical vehicle is of my nation, I hear the hurried footsteps of my teams medic rushing to my body before being executed by said friendly medic in cold blood. No words were spoken by this hero and he was none other than GoodKisel, God bless you Kisel

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