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War ZonefritzJul 26, 2007

I'm in some sort of war zone, as a neutral observer. A group of four or so on one side has captured one of the other side, and everyone else has cleared out. The four attempt to execute the one, who is lying on the ground, firing several rounds of automatic weapon fire into his stomach. He winces in pain but after a minute seems to have gotten over it. They fire into his stomach again. Again he winces, but doesn't die.

These people seem like total amateurs, I think, like they don't know anything about war. I think they should shoot him in the head or the heart, and don't know why they don't. Then one of the group suggests that they shoot him in the chest... at least, a step in the right direction.

Then somebody is shooting at me, and I'm running away. I hide behind a pair of upended picnic tables, which stand up like a wooden barrier. They have open slots in them, but the bullets are large and don't go through. Instead, they knock the tables back a bit, and feel safe but not for long. Then the enemy rigs up a long pipe that goes over my picnic tables and then turns down toward the ground, which it can shoot through. I run away, but it sure seems like I can't run very fast.

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