I.
[Ed, Rummy's best friend in the whole world, is sitting in a pool of his own blood, a gunshot wound in his stomach.]
Ed! Ed, speak to me, nigga!
[Ed remains motionless. He's still breathing, but barely.]
II[Iraq. The sounds of gunshots are everywhere, and bullets go flying towards the ground. Corpses of soldiers, ally and enemy alike litter
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