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The place was in ruins, the house that once lay was in crumbles. The trees were leafless, the ground was littered with debris, with brick and metal. The men in their heavy armour and camouflaged helmets carried their guns and ran to bring help to the areas of war. Their boots clanged on the metal as they made their way to the war zone. Looks of fear were in their eyes but determination kept them going. The air was acrid, from the fires and grenades that had gone off nearby. It stung the eyes and made tears well up. Gunshots sounded, "pop, pop, pop". Screams would signal a target being hit, and once in a while explosions sounded to cover the screams. Death was in the air and fear clung to everyone.