War...Again

Grayson, a second lieutenant, was running through the blown-up terrain amongst his fellow comrades. He was shooting in an impetuous manner. The number of soldiers were decreasing constantly as they were trying to make it to the other side of the battlefield. He saw lots of his comrades laying prostrate on the floor not even budging. He made to the other side of the battlefield, he saw a huge piece of metal which he assumed was a rocket, flying straight at him. He dived for bunker just in time to see the rocket continue on it's route. He blind fired from the bunker and some privates that were looking nervous decided to imitate him. The two privates next to him were sniped on the spot, causing Grayson to hid beneath cover. He felt a sudden rage bursting open inside of him. He jumped out from the bunker and charged at full speed towards the enemies, then, all of a sudden, he felt a sharp pain in his leg and shoulder. He fell to the ground clutching the parts that he felt pain in. He could see reinforcement coming to his aid, helicopters shooting missiles at the enemy tanks, fighter jets dropping bombs on the enemy base. He felt two hands plummet onto his shoulders and drag him away from the death scene.
Later he woke up and saw the general and a few of his best friends standing in front of him. The General looked gratified due to their victory. The General started clapping causing the other on-lookers to make sounds of revelry. He felt a sudden flow of rapture inside of his body.