I fall to the ground with a gushing hole
through my stomach. I could literally see my lunch come back out. I watch the
medics trying to help me knowing there was no chance of my survival. One of my
hands hovering over the wound, while the other one buried deep in the flower
patch. I grasp the hole through my body as the pain makes me grasp a poppy; I
hold the poppy over my heart hopping and pleading that the war will stop and
end forever. As my sight started fading black, my life faded along with it
By jewel
Hi how is NZ I have always wanted to go
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ReplyDeleteHello Jewel, this is an incredibly powerful challenge! I like the way you have told us the story of just one soldier, but linked it to the poppy and so to the whole Remembrance Day moment! Well done and keep writing :)
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