So there I was, bogged down in enemy territory, lying prostate on my stomach with 5 enemies lurking in the trees 50 yards further forward. "Tom", I shouted at a friend I knew was backing me up. But no answer. I knew it before I even turned my head, that he'd fallen to enemy fire and I was on my own. Grimly, I turned back to look at my faceless enemies and checked my ammunition. Less than 10 bullets, and no hope of rescue. As I plucked a stem of grass out of the ground and gritted it between my teeth, I vowed to avenge my fallen comrades, and not desert my post. 10 full minutes past in which I expended my ammo, and relied instead on nothing but bluff to keep the enemy at bay. A sharp whistle in the distance and it was over - a draw for the team, and enough to give us an overall victory. "Well done mate, that was superb" said a marshall patting me on the back. I bowed my head. "I'm just an ordinary man, doing extraordinary things" I replied.