The
massacre
The noise
thundered in the soldier’s ears as bullets fly past like bolts of lightning.
Rockets scream past leaving a gust of thick smoke,
Turrets fire
louder than a crying baby.
The crashing
planes above are like fireworks exploding bright as the sun and quick as a
comet, it makes its final journey to the ground.
“THERES TWO
OF US LEFT!” cried the commander
“THERES
STILL A CHANCE!” replied the soldier.
They make
their charge but are caught by an unexpected rocket.
The battle
is lost.
The end.
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