Nick+H's+myth

Alexander sighed as the convoy climbed over the millionth sand dune. He was tired and sweating ,sleeping two hours per day. He started to hallucinate about his home. The water supply was low and many men were already dehydrated. It was the perfect time for the enemy to attack...Which is what they did. Boom! The tank in front of alexander was destroyed in a second, the heat came off of it in waves. They came in groups attacking many Americans. Alexander grabbed his rifle and quickly shot two of them. He jumped down into the sand trying to blend in with the sand. It worked. Two enemies ran by not seeing him. He got up quickly running as fast as he could. Unfortunately before he got there he was shot in the leg. He struggled to crawl to the last tank seeking shelter. The terrorists hit him on the head with a rifle, knocking him out cold. They dragged his body away from the battlefield leaving him to die. Hours later he started to stir. "UUUUUUHHHHH",moaned Alexander. He got to his feet and slowly walked to the battlefield. His heart sank as he looked at the wreckage. The lives of many men were just cut short. It was as gruesome as the Vietnam War. He stumbled down the sand dune looking for any signs of life. All the men were dead or not there. Alexander knew that a chopper would come any minute. He silently waited and before long the helicopter was there. Alexander grabbed the ladder and pulled himself into the helicopter. They pulled away quickly flying back to the American Base.