Peering over the wall, we watched the small squat building just ahead. Roughly a dozen men lay upon the ground, unable to get behind the safety of the wall in time. Another squad was crawling through the long grass and wheat. I'm not Sure what it was, but I felt slightly light. As we heard shooting from the building, the Serjeant (correct Spelling) gave a call, and we began to rush forwards. But I felt myself lagging behind, I looked up into the sky and saw it spinning, the cloud rushing to fill in the blue, but the blue reappearing after it. I carried on.
Based off a film I saw ages ago, but can;t actually remember it.