WORLD WAR

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World War 2

The mud smogges under my feet, I hear someone reloading. I told the cernal, we opened fire, we hear yells of pain!!! Then, the other privates told me to go behind the rock. I hear footsteps, A enemy troop came running In our fireing range!!! BANG!!!! He fell to the ground. I ran from my position to the dead enemy. It was one of the missing troops, One of the Troops said 'What Are you doing!'I did not answer, he was dead now. 

Poem on World war 1

As I walked off the Metal boat, Gun in my hands. My men are right behind me, armed and ready to fight! I look for enemy troops walking onto the beach sands. Then, a surprise attack! I got shot in the leg. My vision went blurry and red. I just found cover with my life. I closed my eyes, I thought about the enemy troops, fighting for their country. I also thought about my men... shooting for their lives! I opened my eyes, I could not bear it. I got my only grenade, and threw it at the enemy. Booooommm!!!!    I shot whoever was left! I was the only survivor!!!!! 

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