In the midst of the warzone, the soldier clung desperately to his dying comrade, a pitiful scene of agony and despair. James, barely clinging to life, summoned a feeble attempt at humor, attempting to lighten the grim mood.
"Donald, can't believe your sad face is really the last thing I'm going to see," he rasped, but his words only elicited a painful cough, followed by a mouthful of crimson blood. James teetered on the precipice of death, his heart wounded from a piercing attack.
"Don't you dare die on me, James!" Donald's eyes welled up with tears as he tried to shake his friend, struggling to keep him from the clutches of death.
Yet, despite his desperate efforts, James slipped away in a matter of agonizing seconds. His eyes closed, and his body stiffened, leaving behind only the cold sting of mortality.
