Shot, Strangled, Stabbed Guys: June 2013

I'm part of an army which is active in a conflict with another army. We are the blue ones; they are in red. Both sides had about 25 men available. First canons have been fired, but the only results were holes in the ground. Our general decides the conflict will turned in a man to man fight.
We all have our rifles ready with bayonet mounted. I’m very excited about this and try my best hiding my boner in the tight uniform, which has a blue jacket, black helmet, blue pants and black boots. I look around and see all my colleagues and friends being in the same position. I wink to my best friend James and smile while seeing his boner. He smiles back very nervous. Other guys keep trying to pull the jacket down to hide their excitement.

A whistle from the general marked the start of the battle. From all our hidden positions we slowly moved in the direction of the enemy, who is hiding also in the woods nearby. When we came close enough the enemy started to shoot at us. Some guys were hit and stumble before falling on the ground. We return the fire and shoot at the bushes were the enemy is. They decide to come into our direction. A lot of shooting between both sides. Some guys get shot and arch backwards before falling down. Other fall forward while holding the chest or belly, before dropping on the ground.
I try to get to the enemy while keeping my head down. I pass by Edward who has been shot and is lying there face down. There is no time to check what his condition is. I keep shooting and seem to hit some guy from the other side. Then I hear James calling my name. I turn around and see him going down also. He tumbled and falls on the ground face up. He seems to be alive, but wounded. Then I feel something strange in my back. It takes some seconds before I realise I’m shot. I want to go to James but don’t make it and fall crosswise on Edward. My groin is on his butt. Feet and head are on the ground. It seems I’m paralysed, because I can breathe but can’t move. My eyes are fully open. I make eye contact with James, who is bleeding from his mouth but is still alive. Unable to do anything I see the battle continuing. Another guy from our army is shot and he falls with his face in James’ groin. The shooting continues but it seems our army is really lost. I see some of my fellows running away, realising it makes no sense. One is shot in the back while running away.
Suddenly the battlefield is one giant quiet area. It seems that the other army has won. I hear some guys moaning. The wounded guys from the other army are taken away, while the dead ones are being carried away at stretchers. This leaves only the wounded and shot ones of our army. James is still alive, but he closes his eyes each time for a longer period. When he awakes he looks at me and smiles a bit. His lips seem to say something but I can’t hear or speak. I have a strong suspicion what he says and it makes me very sad not be able to react.
Two soldiers of the red army go over the battlefield checking the shot ones. Mostly they first kick the guy on the ground. When there is a sound or movement they shoot him with no mercy. Some are getting shot without any check. How brutal. I see them approaching. One is checking the guy who is lying on top of James. He shoots him. The guy’s head and feet lift up a bit before he drop dead in the same position. Without compassion he shoots James in the chest, who was already so weak that the only thing happened was closing the eyes for good.
The same soldier turns me around so now I’m facing up, lying with my back on Edward’s back. I know there’s still a boner in my pants, so that must be a nice profile. But my eyes are open so he thinks I’m dead. Even poking with his bayonet in my belly and my groin doesn't give a reaction. Deep inside I know I would do that, but just can’t. Then Edward gets shot in the head, which was useless because I haven’t notice and sign of life while lying on top of him. The soldier’s attention was suddenly on somebody else, so he forgets about me. All of the wounded soldiers are murdered like nothing.

When they are finished with the action, they drag all the dead soldiers to a place. All of us get stripped naked, so they have all the valuables and can use the uniforms in other fights to mislead our army. When it’s my turn they drag me away lying face up. I’m “lucky” they undress me in the right way, so they don’t see my hard dick. Just when the pants goes off, they rolled me over me so I’m facing down. Then they push me in the hole in the ground where already are several of my friends. Later the rest of us is placed on top of the pile. There I lie with my mouth on the somebody’s nipple, my hard cock is stuck between a guy’s butt and the right hand in somebody’s else mouth. Other guys are covering my back. Later we all will be covered with sand. That’s when I die slowly.