We took an entire regiment into the factory as we flushed out the enemy gunning each one of those bastards down where they stand. I’ll never forget those Confederates’ eyes as I pulled the trigger releasing a small iron ball of death from my rifle. I watched as hot lead poured into their bodies as they soon became a lifeless dead stick laying there on the ground.
The amount of bodies began piling up so heavily that those who were not infected began just burning the bodies of the victims with no remorse just to get rid the possible infection they might still cause. Thousands and thousands of bodies were piled up and burned and those who were suspected of infection were dragged from their home in screams and cries and isolated until they faced death. Infants, children, adults were separated from their parents and thrown in ditches because those who were not infected were petrified of the disease they abandoned them on islands and ditches and left for
Then gunshots, like a swarm of bees, swarmed all over the Humvee slamming into the sides. Our convoy was under attack, and my Humvee was hit by an IED. I reached for my rifle and unfastened myself suspended upside down. The driver was dead, shrapnel and burns covered his lifeless body. For a split second I didn’t know what to do, I felt helpless and overwhelmed.
Despite the constant threat of enemy fire, everyone there have to struggle for food, deal with the lack of trained replacement troops, and the large possibility of death. The book highlights just how horrendous a battle can be out at war. It reveals that in a battle people are really blew to bits. For instance, in one of the fights Paul observes just how badly people were being wounded. He sees his comrades legs, arms, heads being blew apart.
Caesar fell to he ground and i saw him mutter some words as he looked up at his friend Brutus. As Brutus withdrew his blade from Caesar he shouted out, "Sic Semper Tyrannis!" And then he and the other co conspirators fled the chamber. I immediately ran over to Caesar but it was too late, he had already died, his blood staining the floor. I wept at this sight, how could someone so great come to such a tragic end.
I remember, very clearly, arriving on my first battlefield. We came behind the armored company, and found al the battle tanks smashed to bits by the artillery. We charged forward, unsupported, knowing that we would lose most of our men. The Chaos soldiers on the other side of the line blasted away with their boltguns. My best friend from Regath was killed in that charge.
Writing to describe Wednesday 11th September Natasha Wilson Year 11 That moment arriving at the Army Training Camp, with sudden shocks bursting through the vehicle, the dirty brown creaking door fiercely shock open there was a terrified deceiving tear. The destroyed, defeated and dying enemies laying, like dull crooked, old-fashioned stone statue just like a crone or corps. Frozen on the pulled poppies marking through down, down, down on the broken battlefield. Shivering as the feeling of Rueben-Red roses ripping its way through my scorching souls viciously eager to harm. Burning through my throat… As the fear of traumatised soldiers fleeing their way.
We were being shot at from every direction by every weapon imaginable. I was separated from my squad through the fire. I was alone in an abandoned building. Most of my squad was killed in the fight and I sat put my head down and began to cry waiting for death to find me. In that instant, I heard someone’s footsteps.
What was the point if I’m never going to see them again? Since I stayed quiet and to myself, I was made fun of a lot because I didn’t talk to anyone. What was the point? Long story short we ended up in Roanoke, VA and my mom said she had enough of moving so we stayed while my father traveled from job to job. Since he was never home he was never there for my football games, basketball games and track meets.
men shot up and started killing of the taskforce. they were cowards picking of the wounded and the medics. i cocked my rifle and shot endless men one man i shot in the head. unfortunatly he manged to fire a round into a woundeds head shattering his skull. dam i thought as he died and his corps hit the