It was the middle of the night. A gunshot whizzed past my ear.
I ducked and returned fire, I yelled “enemies 12 o’clock”.
Everyone sprang up and started firing at the enemy trench.
I pulled out my radio and called in the airstrike.
The spitfire flew low and bombed the enemies.
All the shots stopped and everyone started cheering.
Then out of the smoke about 500 soldier’s charged at us with their
bayonets. We stopped cheering and started shooting. They were
climbing into our trench and slashing our men.
I started shooting then ran away down the hill behind me.
I felt a sharp pain and looked down only to see a blood stained chest.
I woke up.
I ducked and returned fire, I yelled “enemies 12 o’clock”.
Everyone sprang up and started firing at the enemy trench.
I pulled out my radio and called in the airstrike.
The spitfire flew low and bombed the enemies.
All the shots stopped and everyone started cheering.
Then out of the smoke about 500 soldier’s charged at us with their
bayonets. We stopped cheering and started shooting. They were
climbing into our trench and slashing our men.
I started shooting then ran away down the hill behind me.
I felt a sharp pain and looked down only to see a blood stained chest.
I woke up.
Kia ora jakob that is some mint writing there you should be an author i'd reacon youd be great. Keep up the woderful work.(Check out my blog at kpsquinw.blogspot.co.nz)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment Quin, Be sure to check out Kahi's blog at https://lakebrunnerkahic.blogspot.co.nz/
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