As we hide in the tree's <br />I reload suddenly <br />as footsetps <br />rustle the leaves. <br />I start to sweat <br />as i think of death. <br /> <br />my seargant shoots <br />the enemy falls to the floor <br />Booooooooooooooooooooooooooom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! <br /> <br />We are the resistance <br />fighting in France. <br /> <br />Me and my friends <br />are injured <br />as black suited men <br />approach <br />and order us to our feet- <br /> <br />My dad is in the <br />trench taking <br />my honour<br /><br />luke stanley owen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-a-bright-light-comes-near/
