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.