[ WP ] a world where you instantly gain the knowledge of the entire life of whomever you kill . Write the story of a soldier awarded the medal of valor for defending against an onslaught of enemy.combatants by herself .

She looks up. A figure is walking towards her, a medal in hand. 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 She is standing alone in a playground, unfamiliar soil. The heat is oppressive. She hears someone approach from behind. 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 She is back in the room, someone is pinning something on her lapel. The figure speaks. `` Congratulations soldier.'' 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 The person behind her taps her on the shoulder, she turns around. It is a young boy. The boy smiles, she returns it. 
 She is a young girl. They walk towards a slide. 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 There are cameras in the room, they are pointed at her. The room is quiet except for the occasional cleared throat. The man in front of her takes her hand, maneuvers them towards the cameras, starts smiling. She does the same. 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 She is the girl again. It is summer, the heat is even more oppressive. She is with a boy, the same boy as before, but older. They are both teens. The boy leans over, kisses her. They both smile. 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 Pop, pop, pop. The cameras flash, the man still smiles, grips her hand. There are reporters in the room. They ask questions at an alarming rate. To her right is a pulpit, she is expected to speak. 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 She is standing in front of a train. The newspapers in the stand next to her speak of war. The boy is there. They share a sad, desperate kiss. She boards the train. 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 She makes her way to the pulpit. She clears her throat, scratches her head. She draws breath, and begins to speak. 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 She is on a dusty field, doing jumping jacks. All around her are men an women in camouflage. They are doing exercises of all sorts. A man walks towards her, screaming profanities. She does more jumping jacks. 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 The words get stuck in her throat. In front of her are dozens of expectant faces, millions more behind the cameras. She scrambles for words desperately. 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 It is a cloudy day. She and five other soldiers are storming up a beach. At its end lies a hill, and on that hill a figure. They are storming, shouting. On her right a man goes down, the ground around him speckled red. Seconds later another soldier falls. 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 Their looks are turning questioning. The silence is too long now. Desperately she tries to find something to say, anything. She looks around hoping for a reprieve. None is given. 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 She is the last one charging. All the others have fallen, five bodies on a lonely beach. She knows it is hopeless. She keeps charging. A shot rings, and impact on her right sends sand flying. Seconds later another shot, an impact, pain, blackness. 
 
 *She blinks* 
 
 There are looks of concern now, pointed coughing. She is still looking for the right words. She opens her mouth, closes it again. There are no words.
