Avian

I was on a river trip with some family and friends; we were canoeing down a river in Africa, I think. I remember I was talking to some monkeys and they were telling me some interesting climbing tips. Everything was going well until one night there was an attack on our camp. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I know the next minute we had formed a militia. My uncle was tossing guns to everyone (somehow we now had a ton of people) and I got a super nice one with over 6000 bullets, which is fairly unrealistic. It was also really light. We charged down the enemy airstrip and a gigantic tank-like vehicle was approaching us and driving up the side of the airstrip. It started to point its gun at us but someone hit it with an anti-tank missile and it exploded. We passed several other enemy units and vehicles and when I wanted to stop and take them out someone said that wasn't part of the plan so we kept running. Then mortars started falling and a lot of people died, including some of my friends, and some of my family. I was enraged so I started shooting a ton of stuff and I became the hero of the group because I killed so many people. I shot down a helicopter with my machine gun. A B52 bomber flew overhead and I was well within the blast radius of some of the bombs but somehow I didn't die. I think I eventually got killed.