Remembering the Fallen
It was 5:00 in the morning and was reasonably bright compared to the countries the soldiers came from. All soldiers from both sides lay tentatively, spread throughout the crumbling mountainside. Each were waiting for the other to fire first, but nothing happened. One soldier who had recently arrived, had brought a cold. Seeming with anticipation, he sneezed, accidentally firing in the process. The war was on!
Each side scrambled to their feet and rushed headlong to the opposite side in order to infiltrate their trench and gain the advantage.
Minutes later, a majority of the soldiers had passed.
Darion, Ms Daniel’s Class Blog