“Wake up,” I heard the leader call me. “Do you want to come? “I was in a quandary but I did.
At one o clock that day the bell rang. War was over. I fumbled with my gun and I went into the hut. My friend John said that the war had been glum. He was aggressive. He said it was hard to shoot. The field was vast. I started to chuckle. John had a habit of dropping his gun. Later, we had a meeting with our leader, Jack. He said “well done.” Then we sang God Save the Queen. Finally, the war was over.