You are now two thirds the way threw the book. You are waiting for that climatic event to launch you across the last third. You and the troops surround the town of Shilhid. Twenty terrorists along with four of their mollkin pets are holed up there. The men whoop and cheer as they strafe the apartment buildings that sporadic gunfire come from. Something sounding dirty and cruel is screamed in Arabic and several objects fly from the windows. You and the others step forwards blasting round after round through the windows. Those where grenades! A cluster of explosions erupt. A piece of hot metal piping flying end over it strikes you in the throat. Your whole throat is ripped away and smeared away from the cracked bones. You struggle for death, can't find it and die. The troops liked you, so they kill forty seven civilians for revenge. A big beating shooting raping spree once the battle is over.
The End