Paul's ears were ringing, The last thing he could remember was the squad traveling down a street when his squad was hit by an ambush. The ones that weren't killed out right were forced into a small shop for cover, then the explosion happened and the world went blank. As Paul slowly regained his hearing he pulled himself to his feet, his T-MAG in hand.  "Sir Wha..." Paul stopped himself as he saw his sergeant covered in blood with a fist sized hole in his stomach. The pinging of rounds on the ruins of what used to be a window display suddenly snaps him back to reality. Immediately he drops to cover as a quick burst of automatic fire teared into the space where his head used to be. _"Damn it! I need to do something..."_ Paul thought to himself as he heard the sound of several boots outside the display. _Screw it!_ he thought as he raised his weapon just over the lip of the display and lets off a burst. The sounds of several screams and several people running, yelling about picking up the grenade and throwing it. The explosion shacked the walls as Paul breathed a sigh of relief as he was happy to have survived. As the realization that he was alive hit, so to did the grim understanding that there was a odd quietness to the fire fight. Very few shot were coming from the building his squad had been in. With each shot from across the street a scream or cry from a familiar voice rang out. Slowly had squad had been killed off, many good men and women of gallia had fought  and died todaay. In a fit of rage he stood up and took aim at one the Imperials. The Imperial was dragging a wounded man from the explosion when the rounds tore into both of them. Paul didn't stop firing until a round found its target in his shoulder and knocked him on his back

As Paul laid on the floor of the ruin shop, his mind kept pulling back to the last time his family was together. Alexander had received leave to see the family. Dressed in his pressed officers uniform he arrived home with a smile on his face and hugged his younger siblings. After playing with his sisters going fishing with Paul, and seeing their newly born baby brother Peter the entire family sat at home for a family dinner. After telling stories of his time in basic training and his promotion to a generals staff, it was one of the happiest moments in Paul's life. After the screams of the dying, Paul could only think of how the parents of the soldiers who died would react. They all had memories like his, and family or some one that cared for them. looking at his shoulder Paul realizes it had just bounced off one of his plates, with a grunt he stands as the sound of running footsteps reaches the display window. As the Imperial tried to climb through the window Paul fired the last few rounds in his magazine. two shots rang out and hit the Imperial square in the chest.