My mission was to take my men and plant the FSU Flag in a long depressed road. We were to the East of the road and I sent part of the force directly in and took a small group to the North West.

We reached the end of where the depression was and immediately took heavy fire. My men were pinned down, the time limit of the mission was coming nearer. I popped up to shoot but my rifle malfunctioned.

With no hope of my men having the ability to move with out taking a bullet I looked over to my comrade with the flag, he was in a shallow hole and bullets buzzed like bees over his head.

I jumped forth, with my rifle in my left hand and the flag held high in my right. I ran. I ran for my men, I ran for glory.
I saw the end of the line, it was only steps away, I had not been shot once. I planted the flag and turned to my men with a cheer!

Then I got shot in the ass.