We trudged out onto the muddy battlefield, rifles armed, grenades loaded.
The first attack on us was a grenade, killing none, but injuring one. Our army suddenly started chucking grenades at the enemies’ base. Unfortunately, that was the last thing I could remember, because I was shot. I was injured, hurt, but spirit undefeated.
I had to stay in hospital for ten months until I was ready to fight again. I then started attacking like a hungry lion. Finally, the enemies accepted defeat.
Even after a hundred years, when I see red poppy flowers, I remember the frightening and ruthless WWI.
Prompt: Word – “…remember…” (Veterans Day and WW1 Centenary this week)
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A very powerful description Arnav. I love the reference to your spirit being undefeated.
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Hello Arnav!
Well done for sharing a powerful piece of writing. You have used a great description of your determination.
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This is a beautiful piece, well done. It is a very appropriate piece to remember such brave and courageous soldiers. Keep up the wonderful work.
Niamh Team 100 Ireland
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