Red
Boom! Crack! These are some of the noises of
the war zone. The deafening, chilling noise of gunfire is all around me. Stuck
in a trench of mud, I sit there petrified. Bullets wiz past my head, a unconfutable
coldness froze my body. Many soldiers lay on the floor, they were not moving. Curled
up in a ball I lay on the, shivering, from the harsh, bitter cold. My clothes
were damp and my gun clunked when I moved. Suddenly! The gunfire stopped it,
was the end of the battle.
Many years later I came back where I fought.
Poppies surrounded me, red poppies.
James
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