Only A Game (Writing Technique Aha!)

The firefight was fierce as bullets bounced off of rocks, embedded into bark, kicked up dirt, and disappeared who knew where.  Holly, Jimmy, and James were pinned down behind a large fallen log.  They had been ambushed and had barely made the safety of the log.  The fire was so fierce they could only lift their guns over their heads and shoot randomly to keep the enemy back.  "We're pinned down!" Holly shouted into her com unit.  "A little help here?"  "On our way." came back the answer.  "No way we're getting out of here without getting shot."  yelled Jimmy.  Holly tried to figure out how long before the other team would arrive.  She counted ammo and told Jimmy and James to count theirs.  "We're low.  Only fire enough to keep them back."  Jimmy raised his head above the log.  "Get down Jimmy!" both Holly and James yelled in unison. 

Holly peeked over the log and realized that the enemy was advancing one tree at a time toward them.  Then she saw her team, their reinforcements, coming up behind the enemy.  She turned to Jimmy and James, "We've got them in a crossfire."  Over the comm unit, she heard the orders to take aim and kill the enemy.  The last thing anyone wanted was to hit friendlies, so this was where their sharpshooting skills came into play.  Almost as one, Holly, Jimmy, and James raised up on one knee, lifting their heads and shoulders above the log, and took aim at  the enemy soldiers.  The enemy soldiers were falling fast as the reinforcements fired from behind them.  Soon it was over and silence settled for a moment like a bird perched on a branch. 

As Holly's team stood looking at the carnage, Donald's reinforcement team joined them.  "That was awesome!" Donald yelled revved up from the fighting.  James, Jimmy, and the other soldiers began yelling and dancing up and down, stomping their feet on the ground. 

"Jimmy!  James!"  a voice echoed throughout the woods.  The boys stopped dancing and looked at the others.  They blinked as if waking from a dream.  "Ahhhhh, we have to go.  Mom's got supper ready."  As the boys collected their toy guns, the other kids picked up their possessions.  The boys and girls who had been 'dead on the ground' got up, each one pronouncing some form of indignation at being torn from their world of play  .Each child began to walk to his or her home.  Playtime was over for the day. (Writing technique Aha, a character comes to a realization of some sort.)