Tuesday: Writing Task

On the day we were all going to war I felt nervous with dried spit going down my throat. Making my way to the plane I felt excited but nervous at the same time. The next day we started war. First we loaded our guns with as many bullets as it could take.

Then we started to fight. I could smell the burning smoke through my nose. I could hear guns and bombs blowing up crazy. I could see dead bodys and blood going everywhere. I could even feel the dust in my hand dissolving into my skin and I could taste the smoke and hot air all around me.