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“In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.” - José Narosky
Near Sarajevo
Bosnia and Herzegovina
0700 Hours [Local Time]
2nd Lieutenant Ajdin Jusic
27-year old 2nd Lieutenant Ajdin Jusic sighed as he adjusted his camouflaged field cap on top of his head. His platoon had been sitting in their defensive positions for almost forty-five minutes and still there was no sign of the Serbs. He turned, keeping his hand close to his M4A2 as he surveyed his men. His platoon was meant to be more of a warning to Sarajevo, as the capital's defences had not bee fully prepared. As well, their American reinforcements still had not arrived yet. Sarajevo needed whatever the Americans were going to send, and the city needed it soon.
"Lieutenant!" One of Jusic's men called out. "How long do we have to sit here?"
"Until Sarajevo is ready!" Jusic called back as one of his men in the trenches got up and stood next to him.
"But sir, there's no one coming." The soldier chuckled before motioning to the deserted paved road they were guarding. "It's a ghost town out here."
"Cut the chatter, I'll check with Sarajevo." Jusic nodded to the soldier before he turned and began walking over to his radio.
Then he heard a loud snap as Jusic wheeled about to see the man he had just been speaking with, collapse in a heap as gunfire erupted. The Bosnian soldiers were caught completely off guard as small-arms fire crackled about from the tree-lines the Bosnians had been watching just a second ago.
"Contact front! Engage!" Jusic shouted before ducking behind cover and checking his M4A2.
He lifted his carbine and fired in semi-automatic bursts at the treeline where the Serbians were firing from. His soldiers were scattering about, searching for cover in order to return fire. He could already see it, a few of the Bosnian soldiers lied dead, blood pooling from their wounds as their bodies laid in mangled clumps.
"Contacts bearing 282 degrees! Focus fire!" A Bosnian soldier screamed as they returned fire, the indistinguishable sound of M16 Rifle and M4 Carbine fire snapping back.
Jusic shifted, getting out from behind a giant rock and moved to his right, past a dead Bosnian, towards a stack of crates where one soldier lied, looking over a few times and popping off a few rounds. He looked over as Jusic slid in, huffing.
"Sir!" A hail of bullets raked their position. "Respectfully, what the fuck do we do?"
"We have hostiles pinning us down from treeline, not giving us any breathing room." Jusic gasped for air as he shifted once again. "We have to coordinate our fire on one of the positions of the men before we ca-"
He heard it before he saw it. Jusic heard the rolling of tracks, the roar of a diesel engine as he looked around the boxes to see a T-70 Main Battle Tank, pristine and ready to fire. Men screamed as the T-70 fired into, what Jusic thought was a cluster of them. They appeared to have evaporated into a dark red mist as the cover they had once used was now gone, along with the Bosnian Soldiers.
"Come out Bosnian bitch!" Someone called out, as gunfire broke out again, this time, it was weaker as Jusic could only assume the Bosnians were small in number now. "Show us what you bleed!"
Jusic bent over and fired out at the Serbs, who had moved up at a phenomenal rate. One of the men doubled over and landed face first as the other Serbian soldiers dropped down into a prone position and returned fire. Ducking back into cover, Jusic looked over at the Bosnian soldier with him.
"Shit." The Bosnian growled as he heard the gunfire rake their cover. "I'll go left, you fire from right?"
"That's the plan." Jusic ducked out again and put down effective fire on the Serbians' last known position before he dropped back into cover.
He looked over at the Bosnian soldier, who was still peaking out. Jusic tapped him, and noticed the man dropped over, a splatter of blood being heard as the man hit the ground.
Fuck. Jusic thought to himself. Fucking damnit.
A few more bursts of M21 Assault Rifle fire and M16 fire before it died down. Jusic puffed out his cheeks before he reloaded his rifle, his hands shaking uncontrollably. Footsteps could be heard. The magazine slid into the M4A2.
"Oh look! A survivor!" A Serbian shouted before he fired at a dying Bosnian soldier.
The agonizing scream could be heard as multiple shots were fired. Jusic looked out again and aimed down his sights before firing at the nearest Serbian soldier, dropping him before shifting and firing at another. The Serbian dropped, howling in pain and clutching his knee as Jusic continued to fire at the Serbians, sending them diving for cover.
He didn't last long as rounds flew his way. One, taking his throat and his breath away. Sitting backwards, Jusic choked on his own blood, as he grabbed at his throat, trying to breath. It was to no avail as he slumped over, gasping but only felt the warm, red liquid flow over his hands. He laid there, dying before he slipped out of consciousness, and away from this hellhole.