Finnaly HereA Poem by Aileeni hear th planes over head all i thnik is think god thr finnaly here.
the bombs r going off gun fire is all around screams of pain fill th air "Sarg!" i hear i turn 2 c my lcp running tords me "they have us surrounded!" "S**t!" bomb goes off right by us we dive tords th ground hot shraptnal sprays everywere
th darkness falls over us bombs still going off gunfire still fills th air with th screams of pain back up wont come till morring surrounded no were to go no were to hide just pray to god we make it through th nite pray to god we dont get over run
i hear th planes over head all i can think is thank god there finnaly here
Aileen Maltese 3/18/08 © 2008 AileenAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 3, 2008 Last Updated on July 7, 2008 AuthorAileenLong Island, NYAboutMy name is Aileen; Im a freshman in high school and Im 14. Im in the marching band, color guard. I love to draw and write. My brothers and my dad got me into wri.. more..Writing
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