THE BULLET´S BILLY ©
About a mile from that little town, I thought I saw a flash in the darkness of the bell tower. A second later a shot was heard in the distance and my unit dropped to the ground for cover. Then I remind myself, there, amazed, watching my chest full of blood. I felt cold but not that cold mortal had heard so much. A bullet was touching my heart, I could feel the beating. The last that I remember is was watching clouds from the ground in the middle of a crossfire.