Private's point of view:
I dashed to the hole, fighting the crowd, with their shoves and elbows. I immediately got on my tippy-toes and watched through the blemish. I told myself no matter who he was going against, I'd cheer for my dad. Then, his challenger, waddled out. At first, I thought I was imagining it. It couldn't be, It just couldn't. He was dead, but I was proven wrong when Skipper turned to look at me. He hastefully turned his head, and met my dad. His sorrowful eyes met mine again. I then heard the shot ring out. They both paused, Skipper closed his eyes as if in pain. Finally, he...
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