World War 1 story
“Weird.” I say to myself as I see what is in front of me in this old chest. “Some sort of diary.” a little out of the ordinary, but then again what was I expecting. I start reading it out loud in a deep tone of voice acting like what I would think a soldier is like. “Red, all I can see is red the color of the enemy's flag, and the color of the fallen.” my tone gets back to normal in a more serious tone now “I miss my family and my wife, I can't stand to be away from them, all I have is the same guys I been stuck with for two years.” I order room service as I start to get more into this diary and the other memorabilia in the chest such as the Ottoman flag, and an old british rifle. i get back into the story “I wrote this poem in my free time which is hardly ever:
“Bullets whiz past me as I try to keep my head
I see my fellow companions have fled
Is there any point to this war
No, its just a meaningless chore” As i get more into the book I see that some pages have been ripped.
“screw dinner, I need to do some reasearch.”
“Bullets whiz past me as I try to keep my head
I see my fellow companions have fled
Is there any point to this war
No, its just a meaningless chore” As i get more into the book I see that some pages have been ripped.
“screw dinner, I need to do some reasearch.”