The three Australian soldiers crouched low, covered by the large granite boulder, as bullets whizzed over their heads and explosions intermittently lit up the surrounding desert terrain and then plunged it into pitch black. They breathed deeply, unable to speak for a moment, exhausted by their sprint to this safe haven.
‘Where’s everybody else?’ Edouard asked after a while, his voice trembling with fear. ‘Did you see where they went?’
‘No,’ replied Michael, ‘it was too dark. I was too busy running for cover, trying to save my own arse.
‘Me either,’ added August, ‘I didn’t look back, I was a bit scared of what, or who I might see.’