Writing

I was 17 when I had to go to war with machine guns, tanks and planes. We almost got destroyed. I survived luckily. My wife was so worried about me so she kept writing to me and I kept writing back.I had blood down my back and my eye got taken out.

While I survived I suffered but I still survived. The Germans attacked me like nothing so I could have died but I got away before they killed me. They kept hunting me and hunting me and I tried to run away but they got me. They put me in a jail cell and I almost died. Luckily my brother John came to rescue me.

While they were hunting me a pack of their dogs came in and attacked me. They tried to finish me off and they finished me off. My family came to try and rescue me but realised that I would have been dead by then. I was suffering before they came and they didn't even know I was there in the forest. At the end of the war they buried me. They put flowers and Poppy's on my coffin. Everything I owned they buried right next to me.  I thought of my friends in heaven but I didn't know they survived. They were the ones who buried me, not my family. My friends went to world War 2. They had died. My family buried them right next to me but then I realised they were in heaven  so we came around to each other. We couldn't believe our eyes. It was like we're in heaven and maybe we were. It was amazing and then we saw Liam and Dylan and we ran to each other. We were so excited to see each other.

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