I fear for that I myself may lose my life also...
I hear people yell, scream, and cry, the gunshots are loud drums banging wildly. I hear someone scream something to me, but I don't notice because I see and taste the rain pouring down like teardrops floating down to earth.
I smell the anger in the air, and in a split second my friend had been shot...dead as thin air...
I try to stifle my crying, but boiling inside me was frustration and sadness.
After the war ended, I was glad I had lived, but I still have fearful nightmares taunting me. I remember and honor my pal today on Veterans Day, and I am a brave soldier that fought in the war...
I AM A SOLDIER
Kim Brown Age: 11 Grade: 6
you really wrote this in 6th grade? this is soooo good!
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