Army Training Camp Narrative

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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. Pouring of the distinctive bitter-sweet cherry taste. As I breathed bravely through my naughty nose, I inhaled…show more content…
The shiver. Of grumpy fierce see through ands grabbing my arms as if it was taking the revenge. Hearing the witty whispers screeching down my ears, sternly turned to see ‘squaddies’ sprinting reluctantly, blindly dropping down in a panic when they hear the; Bang, Bang, Bang. Feeling tense as the general’s body splattering into the swamp. The monstrous crackle of machine guns firing, roaring, attacking those around us. Chests beginning to burst! Blood and dirt spitting its way on to me, the sprinting destroyed by the terrific grenades, and the medic pushed himself in, his presence produced the blood of a dead man smell. The panicking and screaming explained the tremor or dying enemies. Knowing they have the spread that serious disease. Shouting how everyone… Should be careful once they deliver ‘GRENADE!!!’ What do I do? The shiver more a statue hidden. In the peaceful distance, it was not true, I sharply snapped as I noticed the sneaky sniper slipping soundlessly through the rotting leaves. His skin pricked up when he swallowed targets

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