[ if his drill sergeant was here right now, he'd be fuming with john. but instinct jerks him to the side and the bullet clips his right arm. he inhales sharply (it sounds wretchedly loud in his own ears) as pain shoots through him and almost brings him to his knees again. he can't expect any knives or bullets to bounce off him today and a quick look at his arm shows the bullet grazed him. ]
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