My Dad

Every time I think about it, it takes me into another world. Seeing dad run through the tuff grass, with his gun pointing towards the enemy and shooting anywhere he can, trying to dodge the bullets flying towards him as he runs. and in a second a bullet hits him, he falls to the ground with blood squirting out of his wound and all he can hear is the beat of his heart slowing down to a small pace, the bullets firing around him, until finally the beat of his heart stops. Every time I see poppies, photos of him, Anzac biscuits anything to remind me of him, I think of what he did to save my country.    

By Jess