I am laying flat on the ground, but I don't have any idea how I got there. My mind reels as I try and figure out what is happening. It was so damn loud, yet the noise was quite distinctive. It sounded just like a Claymore mine. I expect the sound of gunfire.
Time is stretched to the point of distortion.
My heart is pounding so hard. A man is yelling something. My God, he's screaming for his mother. This can mean only one thing. Lou, the man to my rear, has moved up next to me.