Screaming or howling

On a boat at night, filled with other people, mostly young people. They seems like kids, but could be about 18 or so. We are expecting some enemy force to attack the town we are off the coast of nearby, but waiting for more details on where the attack will be so we can position ourselves to stop it. Looking around, there are a bunch of empty boats anchored near the shore, and some street lights near the docks light up parts of the beach. Then we see it, about a dozen boats quickly pass us, landing on the far side of town. Beast-like monsters with vicious looking weapons, huge muscles, and an overall extremely dangerous looking figure, run off their ships and amass in a large group just on shore. Our captain brings us close, and we disembark not too far from them. I tell everyone not to shoot at them until we are well setup, because if we provoke them now while we are vulnerably half on the ship, half getting off, we will all surely be killed. The monsters seem to notice us, but for some reason give us the courtesy to prepare ourselves. It becomes very clear that we are hugely out-numbered about 10 to 1, and this is a suicide mission. Our leader has us line up in a double file line facing our attackers. This seems stupid to me, like a sure way to set up the worst defense in history, but I cannot change his mind. To my disappointment, I am shuffled to the second row, right in the front. You know, where death is 100% certain against a huge group of beasts like this. I turn to the person on my left and choking back tears tell him, "It is a good day to die" while I think, "I do not really want to die today" It is sad because this seems really pointless. Someone announces to us that there is coffee and donuts inside just behind us. I do not like coffee or donuts, but since I am just about to be fighting a huge number of beasts, maybe if I am hopped up on caffeine, I will be able to shoot them quicker, so I go inside. There is a table set up where two people are serving everyone espresso shots and tiny muffins. I take one of each, eat the muffin in one bite, and sip on the espresso shot because it is too hot to drink. I walk back outside, finish the espresso, and find myself in the back of the line now thinking, "This is a much safer spot to be. Since I am good at shooting, I can help better from back here" But I see they have saved my spot up at the front... I solemnly walk back up to the front, and think about how no one wants to be in the front, so it might as well be me. At least I can spare someone else the terror of being amongst the first to die. Thinking about everyone else, and how fearful they must be, I am not so sad about our situation. I just accept my position in the front for everyone else's sake, and peacefully wait for the battle to begin. With the sound of gunfire and screams, everything goes dark brown, I see a hideous eye get so close it appears bigger than me, then I feel like I am inside a large mouth with massive fangs, and all other sounds get really muffled, then stops. Now everything is black. That same glittering blackness when you close your eyes in the dark.