Beyond the lines
It was the first battle of the world war, it was muddy and it look gross and disgusting. We were running toward the enemy’s soldiers with our guns ready. The reason we came here is our grandad told us all about the war, we thought it was awesome and scary. He also told us our dad was going to the war this year.
My brother accidentally fell over and heaps of shooting noises scared me, I looked behind me and heaps of soldiers were dying. I helped my brother up to his feet and we started running again. A bomb nearly killed us but we didn't fall over.
Then we found a place to hide from getting shot. I was looking after my little brother to keep him safe and me safe, or this whole war I will be by my side at all times. After I told my little brother all that we finally found our dad after all this searching.
When we got to him a bomb went off, the person that was there when it went off got killed. We saw heaps and heaps of people who were dying. Dad said “I need to help.”
Dad’s brother died, it broke my Dad’s heart.
The end.
