The Mob Descends | No Man Left Behind

I was surrounded so closely that I could
see nothing other than these angry faces
they were completely out of control
they were doing things that I just had
never seen humans do
they beat me across the face with a
large heavy soft object
and I’m relatively certain it was it was
the arm of one of my comrades
the pain was so extreme I believe that
that I was going to die
I have this distinct memory of leaving
my body
I mean I remember looking down on myself
thinking I don’t feel the pain anymore
and suddenly I’m back realizing that I
wish I wasn’t dreaming it yet because
this is as bad as it gets