Its 14:45 and we are going against North America...Bombs and Guns firing everywhere! "AHHHHH" I hear from a fellow soldier. I run towards the sound but I was too late. He had already passed. I hated being in there, I was only 18 but mom made me sign up incase war started.
After all night of Bombs and Guns firing, me and my crew were hiding in the forest and we got lost. We found a house and we knocked on the door. We were just so hungry and wondered if they had food. We knocked on the door and a little boy came to the door and said "Mommy, big guys in green clothes are outside" she comes running after her child. I say "It's okay we are not her to hurt you, we are just very very hungry" she ran around her house and threw bread outside. We all had 1 piece, it was very delicious, sadly we couldn't thank her. We went back to camp that night and we still had crumbs on us (which we didn't notice). The Lieutenant asked where we got crumbs on us. We said we didn't know but he didn't believe us. We told him the whole story and he send us home,in the middle of war! We were the richer side and had more soldiers. Even though we hated it we pleaded to stay but he still sent us away. 5 years later the war ended. Even at home we still heard bombs and guns firing. It haunts me to this day.
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