Banners
As our banners sore in the sky, as we sing songs of war, the enemy marches on to us. I was part of a small army of 4 hundred.I stood at attention waiting for the enemy.I had two friends beside me.We told each other that one of us would die today.We saw the flag’s of the enemy, a big force of a thousand. We saw their rifles, their tanks , their banners.To me the most frightening thing is their banners. On it says “here comes death”…I looked to my right to see my friend sweating like it was hell. This time our commander had nothing to say, all he did was keep quite. Suddenly I heard tank shells being fried.I saw a bunch of people flying in the air. Despite this we stood still without moving,by the third wave of shells more then 100 were dead…We were not given the order to move so we could move. Then at last the order was given. every one charged towards the enemy without fear… gun shots were fired, I looked to the back to see some of my friends lying on the ground.Our moral were so low.I saw the other 900 soldiers running towards us.I saw my friends fighting for their lives.Then up on the hill I saw a solider dragging a flag up , he stood up there and shouted “we deserve victory”.Then a group of men shot him down.He then crawled up of the hill holding the flag and he then died.This made all of us fight like we were winning. TO BE CONTINUED