A Pyrrhic victory

I was left in an open fire,
Left with no magnum,
Except for the knife and pistol.
Scared thought run over in my head
Should I play dead?
Should I flee?
Surrender? No! Never will I
Suddenly I heard the captain
Screaming my name
I turned to approach him
All of a sudden his head bursted out
"Snipers, snipers are here" shouted the lieutenant
I jumped flat to the ground as if wanting
to grab a life support
I started to crouch on, as if on the train ground
But this is real
This is the reality
I saw a half dead soldier beside me
He said to me "cut me off, I have nothing left".
He actually had nothing left
No arms, no legs, only his head and heart
Bleeding gushingly as if it were a fountain
I had no choice
so I left him in his pain

We are all crouching back to the camp
Not as an animal going for it prey
But as a swiftie, moving for it life
“Will I survive this?” I ask myself
"Move!! Move!" The lieutenant kept screaming
As the second lieutenant I dare not scream as such
Cos' I'm conserving my energy for what is to befall me
I took out the binoculars to check the camp
To my surprise the camp has to been turned to ashes
I saw armored tanks with infantries heading our way
What should I order or command
"Fall back? Or stand up and fight?"
I know if we should fight, we'll be dead without an aim
So I called out;
“The camp is under attack”
This threw our infantry into confusion
We can't go back
Neither can we go onward
We are doomed
What an oh!!

Pyrrhic victory: a victory paid for so dearly that it potentially could lead to a later defeat ("a battle won, a war lost").

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