Bullets whiz past overhead, as shells exploded in the distance. The ground shook, and trees shuddered and reacted with falling leaves, as if trying to protect its own bark. Shouts of commands and morale-boosting one words like 'Go!' and 'Charge!' and 'Die!' could be heard every now and then, as men clad in green ran from tree to tree, clamored from trench to trench, survived enemy to enemy,
He moaned in orgasmic agony, his mind converting pain to pleasure. He tried to speak, but he couldn't. 'Medic!' Someone shouted and a huge towering giant lumbered over, carrying both a stretcher and a machine gun. 'Oh no!', he uttered in a rather surprisingly high pitched voice.
Blood foaming out of his mouth, a sudden stream of blood pulsated out of his body by a bullet that ricocheted. The medic swiftly tended to both his wounds as best as he can, before hailing for a heli-evac. 'This will ease the pain', the medic said and injected him with a dose of morphine, sending him to a ferris wheel of unconsciousness.
He woke up a few hours later, to find a rather artistic hole through his teeth, a reminder of the bullet he took for his buddy, and a reminder that brushing and maintaining the strength of your teeth is very important.
Due to technological advancements, and compensation from insurance, he managed to implant a free device in the empty gap in his tooth, blue in color.
Bluetooth. :)
