Resting his head against the back of a sofa, Captain Jimmy O’Brien tried to figure out what had gone so terribly wrong. One moment he was leading his small patrol of men through a wooded area, the next thing he knew, they were ambushed from the rear and front at the same time. The encounter quickly descended into chaos, but some quick thinking and convenient cover helped his patrol regain the upper hand. All, except for Jimmy.
The situation was totally FUBAR. He remembered the sensation of falling, a bullet piercing his shoulder, hitting the ground hard. Hearing the gunfire fade into the distance, he raised his head, seeing no one. He was helplessly alone. Rising from the mist in the meadow before him was a house, it called out to him. Help. He had to get help. At some point his men would
