The guards and officers outside, upon hearing the explosion and commotion, only then reacted and rushed in, panicked and disoriented. But when they saw the gruesome scene inside the dormitory, many bent over to vomit directly or stood frozen at the door, shocked by the bloody scene before them.
Blood and flesh smeared, wailing everywhere.
First-class Sergeant Harris lay not far from Wilson, a fragment of a hand grenade had pierced his carotid artery, and blood gushed out like a fountain. He vainly tried to cover the wound with his hand, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, filled with discontent and bewilderment, quickly losing consciousness from the blood loss.
And the instigator, Second-class Sergeant David Wilson, had been blown to pieces the moment the grenade went off.
Ah Men...
This is what happens when there's no money.
