I blinked my eyes, im laying flat on my back, pain fueling
my praylasis, my ears ringing an my vision blured. as soon
 as we had landed and enterd the Prison Island docks 
we were hit with flack form Eggmans AA's. His fifty 
calbur machine guns tore through our troops and light 
armor, our boats were being torn to shreds and the few 
medics that survived the beach landing were killed 
before even reaching the docks. The docks were only 
yards from the beaches where our infantry were being 
deployed, and our infantry were not even making the
short trip to the docks, the mission was FURBAR 
even before we touched the damn beach. a few
of our landing crafts were destoryed before we could
get out, i had some how made the mine infested waters 
along with our boat being hit in the rear where i was,
the slaughter that was bleaching the beaches with our blood. 
i rember the heat of the metal boat, being stuck in side 
cramed sholder to sholder with outher soliders. The 
shuffling of there boots, the clinking of there metal gear,
even the heavy breathing. i wonderd if i was the only one
who felt kinda hot under the collar being so close to all 
these big muscular men, i wasnt the biggest or the storngest,
hell i wasnt even the smartest. I was considerd the runt 
of all these soliders, basicly i was fodder for the guns.
 i pushed the thought out of my mind when i heard 
the driver shout out "thirty seconds!!"
i saw a few men stand checking there gear and checking
each outhers. I stood as one grabbed my back pack making
me jump for the sudden an rough way he grabbed me form 
behind.
He tightend it making it tight on my chest so that it would not 
shift or slow me down when we had to rush the beach
then he said in a low tone "your good to go
babe" i looked back at him and he smiled at me making me 
feel like this was all a bad dreamand soon to be done. I sat 
back down looking at 
him fix anothers back pack patting him on his rear an calling
him babe too, i felt really sad now knowing he didnt actully 
mean it to me but ment it as some form of repetive phrase
said to every one. I hung my head, my ears drooping, and tears
forming at the corners of my eyes. Thats when i heard that fimalar
phrase again "for country, for blood, for our queen." Oddly i could 
feel that damn numb feeling in the back of my head, it felt like
a golf ball sized spot right in the center of the back of my head.
it made my eyes heavy, even hard to keep them opend, i could
barely see but what i saw was terrorfrying. like a nightmare all 
the soliders were making silent growling faces at empty air, there
lips pulled back baring there teeth, snarling, there eyes complety 
whited out. The hole storage area bathed in red light making
there features even more horrific, i saw the driver standing in 
the door way of the craft, with one paw he motined for us to 
stand, lifting his paw once form his waist to his neck and obedently
we all stoot in unison facing him. "READY WEAPONS!" 
before i thought he ment for us to ready our weapons, little 
did i know at the time he meant for the weapons to get ready.
Two steps out of the boat it exploded behing us sending our 
troops flying in all directions on the beach, even i was caught
 in the blast. I flew Morbia knows how many feet before landing
on my back, now is where i lay in pain. My head aches, my vision 
bluring, i can still see our troops storming the beachs, turning to 
my side i can see the boots of Princess Sallys troops rushing up 
the beach. Eggmans robitic army holding its ground an our troops
pushing on and through it, i can feel the weakness in my body, 
mobia how i hate that feeling. I mange to get to my knees, crawling
on my paws and knees towards the shore my hole body acheing 
an giving out like it wants to just collaspe, i got up on my knees
straght up when i felt like some one sturck me in the back with 
a base ball bat, the force of the impact shove me face down into 
the water of the shore. I wanted to cry, i had promised Princess
Sally that i would fight an win aginst Eggmans army. I had failed,
not even two steps off the landing boat an i was killed, laying 
here face down in the bloody water in the midst of all of Princess
Sally's dead soliders, i was going to either drown or die form my 
injuries. All i could do was curse my weak body. "Damn me for being weak!" 
"Damn me for getting killed so easly!" "Damn me for failing Princess 
Sally...." an odd thought came into my head "for diying before i 
could see Tails again.... Tails..., Tails ..., why did i die?" i could feel 
my body floating,  i can see Tails! he's flying or rather floating right 
towards me. He looks angry......