You stick it out like a good soldier. Things are tough, of course they're tough, but you eventually bond with the others. You become one of the guys. Things are normal until one night when your sleep is rudely interrupted. The sharp sound wakes you immediately, but it's not until you hear it a second time that you recognize it as gunfire. By now, everybody is awake and moving. You're up and on your feet before you know what's happening, too. You hear another shot, and that draws your attention to the shooter. It's him, the guy who's name you don't know, who's name nobody knows, who was never one of the guys. You see him, but you can't seem to focus on him. Even as more shots clash from his firearm, you barely hear them, as the last already ripped through your chest, and all of your senses are quickly fading.