Ive Been Shot

I’ve been shot! “What just happened?” I asked myself. I started going through the memories I had of the last ten seconds. They came to me as if in a fog. I entered the second story stairwell. It smelled of burnt wood. The door before me was torn in half barely hanging from its hinges. The door groaned very eerily as I pushed it open with the barrel of my M-16. I looked left, right, and then left again. My head moved as if it was on a swivel. I saw a smoldering pile of ash and wood on the floor to the left. The room smelled musty and burnt. Not a soul insight. My entire body was through the door way. All I could hear was the sound of my heart beating against my ribcage. As my adrenaline peaked, a shadowy figure materialized from the darkest corner of the room. The bright flash of the muzzle of an AK-47 followed by a thunderous series of booms. One boom, two booms, three! The sound was defining. I felt the cracking of the bones in my shoulder as the hot lead tore through me. Hot blood spattered against the left side of my face and into my mouth. The taste of hot iron filled my mouth as if I were chewing on a railroad spike. I reached over and could feel the jagged shards of bone and torn flesh sticking out of my shoulder. At this point I could hear nothing. I felt everything. Time seemed to slow. It seemed as if I were under water. The insurgent was coming back around the corner to finish me off. The AK-47 was pointed directly at me. Click! Click! Click! He kept pulling the trigger. The weapon was jammed! Time seemed to speed up tremendously. I reached for the Beretta M9A1 strapped to my thigh. I fired 3 rounds. I hit him in the thigh and just above his left knee. He fell to the floor in agony. I made a tunicate out of my riggers belt and tie off my shoulder. The rest of the team came into the room and attended to my wounds and took the insurgent out. I was medevac’d to the hospital where the surgeons assed me. The bullet missed my artery by millimeters. The moral...