Grenades thrown, shells raining down and gunshots firing out of the magazine. It reminded me of the time when I was fighting in World War 1. My friend John would always back me up. He was always there for me, like a family member really. I heard a gunshot. I turned as fast as I could, to see a bullet go straight through him. He was dead…
Why was there a war? Why did this horrible conflict happen? That’s just some of the thoughts that were going through my head. I missed him, I really did. I’ll never forget him.
Each week we are taking part in 'The 100 Word Challenge' to be creative and expressive with our writing.