Bombs dropped, guns fired, bombs exploded.
We were supposed to bomb the main hall however, before I could even make it, “I’m hit” I screamed. I was falling- we were all falling like flies.
I survived the bomb, unlike my friend. There were a lot of yellow logs on the floor. There was a hand sticking out of the logs. I gingerly removed the logs and there was my brother . My eyes filled up with tears.
“Good bye my friend. war is never going to change” I mumbled.
Later I discovered that the war was over. It was remarkable. I buried my friends and my family and I sat and cried.