Vlad's POV
The ringing in my ears intensifies, and I instinctively bring my hands to my head, cursing.
I cursed repeatedly at the hurricane ravaging my mind.
My memory is confused, fragmented, shattered into pieces that swirl senselessly.
My damn head hurts. I screamed, more to express myself than from the pain itself, as the flash of images flickered in my mind over and over, intensifying the pain.
The damn bastard aiming the anti-tank missile at the truck.
The explosion that sent us flying and crashing down a few meters away.
The other two trucks that approached, full of men, attacked us.
My chest rises in an irregular, gasping breath. Everything comes rushing back, and the memories of the recent events unravel in my head uncontrollably.
My consciousness returns with a jolt, pul
