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I saw hundreds of enemy soldiers, most of them Indian conscripts, walking through the battlefield in a human chain, to see if any Ottomans were alive, as I gained my consciousness.
“Remember leave no stone unturned. We don’t need any wounded Turk prisoners. Understood. And remember to pick their flag. We shall hang it upside down, let those bloody bastards know who’s in charge”- I heard one of them commanding behind the soldier chain.
They were ruthlessly killing all those breathing, with bayonets, stabbing right into chest in a cold blood. My comrades, most of them facing the death with courage, reciting their kalimat-shahadat before getting fatal blow. But I didn’t want to dye and start everything over. I squeezed around the shoulder wound, to increase the bleeding, it was difficult to deafen the agony developing inside me but this was only chance to survive the army of reapers. I covered all my face with blood and then grabbed a handful of sand and splashed right into my face to imitate a soldier killed not today, but 2 days before the battle of Shaiba. I took a deep breath as noticed two of them 10 feet away, and held my breath, lying still, and half of my blood and dirt covered face exposed.
“We got one of them here, lying in the hole”
“Go check if his alive”
I’m sorry to mention it, but I farted and shit my pants intentionally to somehow, simulate the odor of decomposing body. One of them jumped into hole to check whether I was alive, but nasty smell made him cranky and stirred up his stomach. He got out of hole immediately, fell down on his knees and puked his guts out. Part of chain stopped, amused by the scene.
“What did he see? Beheaded body?”- one of them asked laughing.
“Its f…en rotten body, smelling like a shit. He’s dead already”- he complained. “But I took his flag, he was flag bearer I guess, there was no rifle near him”
“All right then, that will do, don’t fall behind the ranks, continue searching”- commander ordered. Then they moved on looking for other fallen soldiers on the field.
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