Paul was exhausted. The ringing of Rounds as they impacted on the stone and wood of the store made Paul flinch. Slowly he moved away from the window as more and more rounds poured through the window. [i]"Mom...Dad..."[/i] he leaned against a wall as he waited for the Imperials to get close enough for him to unload on them. "Watch over me..." he muttered as a grenade came flying in only to land at Paul's feet. "Damn!" He muttered as he scrambled for it. After Paul grabbed the grenade he tossed it outside the window. The moment the grenade passed the window it exploded. Two of the soldiers outside screamed, either as  result of the flash of the deadly hail of shrapnel that the explosion created. The blast back knocked Paul onto his back. As he got up he heard a sound that was different then the sounds of shooting, it  was the sound Tracks. A sense of despair came over Paul. [i]" I am alone,I am out numbered, I am running low on ammo,I don't think I will make it out of this...[/i] He thought as he realized that the only shooting was concentrated on his position, and he could no longer hear the sounds of return fire. As he thought Paul moved to the opposite wall where there was a strong wooden counter made from solid oak. After Paul moved behind the counter and trained his weapon at the window. Thankfully the Door was blocked by rubble so no imperials could get through. [i]" wont stop a tanks...but maybe I can take a few of the grunts out there with me before they get me...[/i] As Paul waited a sad smile crossed his face. He had known his squad mates for only a short time, but he was proud to have fought with them. Paul had known a few since they were from the same town, many of the familiar ones he had gone to high school with. To Paul it was like losing a piece of his very soul, each death destroyed a memory of what he was fighting for.