[ IP ] A new kind of enemy .

We were cowards. We were never fit for the uniform. That's the truth, it was always the truth. When we the brave men of company L joined the fray outside of Mosul, The beast barely noticed the other troops, and the other troops barely noticed it. Only we saw it, its ginormous wings throwing the entire battlefield into shade. It was death itself, grown gargantuan by the sheer bloodshed of this conflict, engorged with the souls of men breathing their last on the battlefield. 
 Then it saw us, and its eyes widened, and it advanced towards us with a strange look on its face. 
 Our commanding officer was a god-fearing man, and he knew exactly what it meant. That Demon was coming for us. Somehow, it knew. We'd buried the bodies deep, allayed all suspicion from our comrades, yet this beast somehow know what we had done. It was here for us, it's very size matching the horrors we'd justified as spoils of war, ways to cope with the chaos and keep the locals cowed and afraid. 
 Our commander ordered an immediate retreat, and we followed him. We knew we were disobeying orders.We did n't care, we had to get out of there. I had to get out of there. 
 We ran south to Samarra, behind all of the allied troop lines, where no-one could follow us. We arrived in the town near nightfall, clearing out some houses to turn into makeshift hiding spot. We were just about finished burying the previous occupants when we noticed the ground start to shake. No, it could n't be possible, there was no way that beast could move that fast. 
 I turned my head up into the sky. There it was, stood over us, and the evidence of our most recent sin. It was then I realised what the strange expression that had so frightened us in Mosul had meant. It was surprise. 
 I close my eyes, and I hear the whistle of an RPG headed right to our location. I do n't know from where, it hardly matters. 
 The beast was surprised, because it did not expect to see us on that battlefield, not when our appointment was in Samarra that very night.
