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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

War

Mustard gas poured over the walls of the trench and only the hollow sound of screams retorted. Nate and I huddled next to the closest wall. Screams of men shook the walls of our trench. All of the sudden a large boom sounded, and a rain of artillery shells dropped down onto the enemies trench. This subdued the enemy for a little while and gave Nate and me a chance to advance through no-man's land. A large enemy soldier rose out of the trench and opened fire on us. We returned fire with our snowballs immediately crushing any opposing force in the trench. Suddenly a silhouette grew from the enemy trench firing mustard gas over our heads. Nate screamed and clawed at his face as we both rolled down the hill clutching our faces and trying to bury our heads in our hoods.

1 comment:

  1. Not exaggerated at all. I also like the mass amounts of metaphors.

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