100 word story

"Where did all that blood come from?"
"That isn't blood."
"Sure it is."
"No, it is transmission fluid. Trust me. Blood doesn't look red when it hits the ground."
"Yah."
The men crouched behind a wall of dirt as the bullets sliced the air above their heads. They had been there a while it seemed. The night was cold, but the first behind them kept them warm.
"When will we get a break?"
"When we make one. No one is going to give us a break. Get ready. Don't slip in the blood."

I stole this idea of a 100 word story from This Blog is Full of Crap.