A Soldiers ExperienceA Story by Aileenit's probly not that great...it was a school project in 7th grade...its when i started to pick up writing again. srry if its badAs we walk the dusty streets, people were just starting to come out. shots came at us like sunbeams on a sunny day. people scattered for their lives. the guy beside me droops to floor. we turned the corner. the hummer in front of us came under fire form a near by roof top. we hid behind a building shooting at the enemy. the screams of innocent bystanders caught in the middle of a horrible war. the guy in front of me falls to the ground, he was my best friend. he was shot in the chest, it looked to be several shots, by the way the blood was gushing out. i told him he was going to live, that everything was going to be ok. he said good-bye my brother, and he losed his eyes. eyes that will never open again. i wanted to die for the loss of my brother, but i heard my sisters voice saying "come back home safe, bro, i love you. good luck." i thought of her, my parents, my wife, and my son, back home. i new i had to serive. we were pinned down for hours. finnaly we got reinforcements. we had many battles that week. when i returned home a year later people asked me of my experience over seas. i told them of my fallen brothers and sisters. i didn't forget my fallen comrades or the looks of the kids running away from the gunshots or the sound of car bombs going off. some people could me 'Hero' but i wasn't the hero, my fallen brothers and sisters were hero's, not me. i had to back. i had to go back and fight for this country, besides my brothers and sisters. i had to do what was right. i did go back...but this time i wasn't so lucky... © 2008 AileenAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 7, 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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