ErickL2007

The knock on the door a soldier comes and there i am off to war. Nineteen years young with a loaded gun and shovel. in the march there are many poeple some young some old last goodbye to my mother feeling excited to serve my country, makes my family proud. getting greeted by a blast of a bomb in the trenches i go, getting ready to fight so many poeple dying, it isnt right. Blood oozes out of the wound machine gun fire scares me bombs exploding near by and i ask myself why my life is now gone dedicated to the war i am now forgotten as i lay on the floor.