I remember

I remember the feeling of blood dripping down my face, my body aching and my friends dropping dead to the ground.  When I think about it I  still hear the sounds of guns and see  my friends lying limply on the ground without moving a muscle I hear the screaming of the leader to fire the cannon and the rumble of them hitting the dusty ground. I was lucky to get out alive, the chances of living were slim. There were 80 others that survived but only just. 25 April,  the day that haunts me the most I have the horrible memories of those I lost. I will always remember...

by Portia