World War 3

The sun was beating down as two men patrolled a road,a bush rustled and the biggest one bent over and stuck his hand in.A startling bang sounded the air,a horrible flash came,splattering blood all over the dirt road he saw the general laying unmoving,half his face torn off and covered in blood,only a few clumps of hair hanging on.He grunted then wheezed his last breath."no...."mumbled the other as gunfire blasted the air and pelted into him,he was gone too.