Epic Snowball Battle

As I bolt across the battlefield, snowballs whiz by my ears. Each snowball that passed beside my body brings me closer and closer to death. Utterly terrified I fling myself over the edge of the snow ridge and slump myself down beside my comrade John. I scream to be heard above all the commotion ,"gather up men to flank the enemy position and cause a distraction to give us a chance to ambush their base!". John's head nods in approval. He screams coded commands and within seconds our plan is taking flight. Three soldiers stand in front of us completely at my command. I raise my hand and give some signals to follow me around the backside of a large home. As we slowly crouch our way around the house I notice the sound of footsteps from nearby scouts. I motion my hand to "drop to the ground" and without a trace we are hidden beneath the snow. Momentarily we wait until the enemy is right above us. At that point I reach my hand up and pull him towards the ground. John does the same to the other scout. "Easily taken care of" I whisper. We crawl until the sight of an enemy base is in view. The five of us discuss our needed plan and begin to put it in play. John and the other three men wait around the corner of the entrance to the base while I go into step foot into the base. As I yell ,"HEY! Over here!" I notice only four men inside! They all run toward me and I stumble outside to join John and the other soldiers. They bolt out the door and come out to see five men (John, the three soldiers and I), snowballs in hand. Immediately they drop to their knees in surrender and I think to myself "Job well done". Little did I know that they had anticipated this attack and already had people waiting on the far side of the enemy base. As ten soldiers pop their head out from around the enemy base I realize that not only had our mission failed, but we had little chance of survival. I look to my left and already the three soldiers were twenty yards away! The fourteen enemy soldiers open fire and their ammunition was not snowballs....... They were flinging ice balls! I stumble to my feet and John does the same. As we try our best to dodge the bullets, I hear a shriek in pain as I look to my left to see John laying on the ground. Blood oozes from a wide wound on his temple and in a faint voice I hear, "Go on....... without...... me Simon......". "I CAN"T LEAVE YOU HERE!". "You have... to go on Simon...... You'll die if you.. stay here." "No matter what happens I will get you home!" I flop him over my shoulder and begin to run as best as I can with the extra weight. Being pelted with snowballs I can't let go of my friend. We almost reach my base when my vision goes black and I can no longer hear the sounds of snow hitting snow or the shouts of other men...... I feel my legs turn to jelly and fall to my hands and knees. The sharp and sudden pain of a smack across my face brings me to reality. "SIMON! STOP FANTASIZING AND HELP ME BUILD A SNOWMAN!" I hear my brother yell at the top of his lungs. So much for that snowball fight...........