A lucky Shot

Miserable soldiers fight in a rainy jungle.

Two fire contemporaneous shots unaimed from opposite sides of the battle. The bullets fly through the air coming as close as a millimeter from each other.

The turmoil from this small amount of aerodynamic subterfuge save the shooters, sending each projectile slightly off course.

The result was neither died that day.

Nor would they ever be aware of how close they came to nothing.

Oh, they would both eventually die.

One of old age.

And the other the very next week.

But not by each others hand.

They were saved that at least.