"as the mortar shells fell around him, they churned the mud. the blood of his fallen comrades turned the mud red. the smell of bacon wafted through the air. the smell came from the burnt flesh of those incinerated by HEDP mortar rounds. MEDIC! a soldier yelled as his fallen comrade was failing on the ground. he reached for his firearm, and laid down covering fire as his comrades put a stretcher under the fallen ally. a whine through the air, and the medics were blown to pieces, by an enemy mortar round. daddy pig was terrified, especially seing as the enemy were storming the trenches, massacring his friends. he pulled out his pistol and shot each one of them, including the three right by him, who looked like his family..... and then he awoke from the nightmare. and the mud was red again.
