The Battlefield

The morning dawned. The sun rose below from the ground. But it was actually not from the ground. Mrs. Clint always told us that. It's actually the first time I missed her. But it's been so long though.

The commander got out his walkie talkie. "Patch, I need you in front. We're heading by the HQ." He put the walkie talkie away.

I thought so hard about something. I knew I had an opportunity to do something but what?

"Sir," said Gwen. Waxer looked up at Glenn. "Is there any chance we can join the army?" Waxer smiled. "Ahh, well the army is just as hard. The woods, the German camp," he said. "But it's not just to suffer, you are trained like that to be strong in the things that you do struggle."

Waxer looked at us. "How old are y'all anyway?"

"I'm fifteen," I said. Glenn and Gwen were seventeen. "Hmm, you guys worked there pretty long eh?" Waxer said.

But then, the car shook. "What the—" Waxer said. "What's going on there?"

Then, the car flipped. "Tyrant, over here!" Glenn shouted. I smacked my head on the seat. The car smashed down to the sand.

Dust was in my mouth, and in my nose. I coughed out the dust in my mouth. "Is everyone okay?!" Waxer shouted. He took out his walkie talkie.

"Cap 1, We have crashed! What's going on there?!" he shouted. He later got his rifle and told us to stay there. I looked through the window.

Bullets fled through the horizon. Guns fired and men fell. "We need more ammo!" someone said.

"Stay down!" "Get to cover!" People shot and died. Thousands of people laid down deceased from their life.

A car blew up, and it sent us flying. The car flipped and crashed. Windows shot little fragments and one pierced through my calf. "Aggh!" I shouted.

Glenn covered over me and then we flew out of the car. We were on the battlefield now.

"FIRE!" someone shouted. "Run!" Glenn said. The ground shook.

We flew off from the ground and landed hard on the sand.

Smoke of dust popped out from the ground. "Germans!" Gwen shouted. The Germans shot their rifles at us.

We covered our heads. "Aaah!" Gwen shouted. She fell to the ground. A hole was on her shirt. She'd been shot.

"GWEN!!!" I shouted. I carried her on my back, and we ran.

Men fell lifeless on the floor. German soldiers fell and helmets flew off their heads. Men from our team and the Germans fought with their hands.

They sometimes smacked each other with their pistols. A German flipped and smashed to the ground by us. I stole his pistol, without thinking.

"What's that for?" Glenn asked. "I don't know," I said.

"Stay where you are," someone—German—said. I turned around slowly, with my arms shaking. I found myself facing the gun at his head.

It was that same man who was hunting us in the woods! "Ahh, it's these little prisoners. Wow."

He walked closer to us. He was heavily armed, so I didn't shoot. "You see, I warned you when you escaped. And now you threaten me," he said. I wanted to shoot but my fingers went cold.

"But, instead of making you suffocate in camp. You will—" A hand ran across his neck. An American soldier flipped him over and had his arm behind his back.

I shouldn't keep his name out. I knew him two minutes ago. It was Waxer.

"Go!" he shouted. I carried Gwen on my back and Glenn and I ran as fast as we could.