The sissy soldier

"I can't believe I have to lure myself into this" Alex said, as he was trying to get his leg off a tree that stuck his leg. He had been stucked by the tree for the past two hours and has screamed his throat out calling for help but no help came for him. "Oh God! Damn!! Am not gonna die here." He tried pulling his leg out once more from the tree, but it was so hard for him. He knew going to the war might bring him back alive or dead. He could recall how he had refused to listen to the disagreement of his wife of him not going to the war, but he claim he his the best among the soldiers only because he was promise a better position if he could defeat the mafias. He popped out a jar of water from him jacket, drank until there was nothing left in the jar. "f**k!! Even the jar are judging me now" He reached for his walkie talkie and tried calling out for help, his voice sound weak and solemn that even if he shout for help only the leaves would come to his aid. "check! check!! Alpha 212! the commander is down, I repeat, the commander is down, call for help, call for help, alpha 212 over! over!!" He stares at the tree for a while, and bang the walkie on his palm "f**k!! Am gonna die here."