Battlefield Betrayal and Final Stand

On a battlefield with some guys my age including Ryan. Winning, killing people like it\'s nothing, like we\'re invincible. Next thing I know we\'re at our next battle. Only this time it\'s on our home turf and the enemy surrounds and outnumbers us greatly. It\'s kind of like the rev war days when no one shoots till someone says \'go.\'  we\'re gathering our thoughts and game plan and I look over to Ryan and Matt burrows and say \'there\'s no way we can win this, let\'s get out of here before we\'re dead\'. Ryan totally disagrees and insists ion fighting. I know there\'s no way out even if we did try to leave. So we all get ready for battle and finally Matt burrows stands at the edge of our half indoor half outdoor building we\'re in and says \'g-g-g-go!\'. Immediately shot and dead. Falls over the wall. I don\'t think I even had a gun in my hand, only a grenade I didn\'t plan on using. Immediately the air filled with the loud noise of thousands of guns firing and hundreds of grenades and other explosions going off.  I tried to take cover inside but to no avail. There were so many gunshots going off, tearing the house to pieces, that no where was bullet free.   I crouched down thinking that might help. It didn\'t. A line of bullets from a heavy auto ripped through the wall in a line straight towards me and all I could do to dodge was to try to jump over the bullets, while dodging the rest. The stream of bullets caught my leg about 3 times and I thought I might as well die outside with the people that got me into this mess. I crawl outside, so many dead, house so destroyed by grenades and bullets. I see Ryan push Matt(somehow alive again) over the side(doesn\'t like him).  A minute later it\'s me Ryan and Matt(again) pretty much the only people still alive vs thousands who will stop at nothing till we\'re dead. We drop our weapons(them, their guns, me, nothing) and look at each other with scared but accepting eyes. This is how it\'s going to end. Only a matter of time. This is it. When we all accept it\'s time, a grenade, in what seems like slow motion, is hurled at us from below. We all watch it come, knowing what it means\...what it brings. In slow motion we watch it explode before it lands, an arms length away. can feel like pain, if only for an instant. Dead. Woke up.