What is the True Price of Freedom

"Mario,

I heard the noises. Branches breaking behind us."

I

called the commanding officer and said, "It's 5:00 AM."

"Radio

silence. Wait for my sign."

What

we didn't know was that enemy was already in the tunnel.

They

were everywhere.

The

ultimate price of freedom is human life. And I wasn't prepared to die. I was

afraid and angry that all I saw was disappointment in the faces of everybody

around me, blaming us because we didn't perform well.

We

did inflict damages to the enemy, but we were outnumbered. I don't know how

many, but that enemy was waiting for us. Even today I still see that tunnel,

that abyss of darkness trying to swallow us all.