A blogger bard 40 sec story

It was bad. Fighters appeared from everywhere and we had to be ever alert. Danvers drove us on through the mountains, and it was clear there was a covert objective we knew nothing about.

I’d heard of him before – a previous mission. His cavalier ways. The trap. He lost all six of his men that day, and they say he carries the guilt always. But it didn’t show.
We moved deeper into the heartland and soon we found ourselves facing a major redoubt. And it was Danvers who took it out – single handedly – charging as if he was invulnerable to the bullets. But he wasn’t. A burst ripped through his chest and he fell.
I held him as he died, and in those last seconds serenity appeared on his face, which seemed to say: mission accomplished.

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