-Help-

I could hear the crackle of fire around the hedgerow. I could smell the smoke, I didn't like it. I coughed. My first day out of trainin was off to a bad start. We passed the hedgerow and I saw the tank. It was an American tank, looked like a medium. I don't know though, I'm not familiar with their tanks. We walked from one side to the back, inspecting the damage. The engine exploded. Then I heard a cough and a groan from the other side. I was caught off guard, I jumped a little. I gripped my rifle and peeked around the tank. It was an American tanker, probably 18, on the ground propped against the tank. He didn't look so good, his arm was covered in blood. Then he turned and looked at me and my comrad. He had a big gash on his forehead, brain exposed. I could tell that he was in pain, the look of despair in his eyes - it just got to me. I almost cried. He moved his other arm slowely. He made a motion as he wanted me to go over to him. I slowely walked to him, he whispered, "Come closer." I put my head next to his, he raises his arm, turns my head so my ear was next to his mouth. I felt the blood hit my face when he whispered. His breathing was very heavy. He said, in a faint whimper, "We may be enemies, but please, help me out."

I shook my head, "What do you need?", in my best English. He calmly said, "Kill me."

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