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Will They Remember: A Short Story

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Will They Remember They man, well you couldn’t really call him a man he was so young yet so strong and brave. The boy walked with his troop through the long sana of a desert. The sand was everywhere in their hair and on their once green uniforms now a rusty brown color.His boots are the same brown color but worn and scuffed. They are falling apart at the seams thread snapping like dental floss pulled to hard on sharp tooth. Everything seems to be loosing it’s color. They boy marches ahead of the others lost in his heavy worn boots scrap against the rock like sandy ground. His thoughts take him back to his home and of the girl he left there she was his home. The only color left in his rusty brown world like the only seen star on a cloudy …show more content…

It only skimmed the outside of his calf the blood flowed quite quickly. The blood was like a small stream trickling down his leg. Soon it had soaked through his pants into his left boot turning the rusty brown to bright crimson. It looked almost the color of a bright red rose as it soaked and stained his boot. He moved quickly ignoring the pain in his leg and the warm wetness of his own blood. He ducked down behind a canyon wall opposite of the other troops. The enemy kept firing he could hear the ruff sound of the bullet scraping the red sand walls. Though he definitely is thankful it is not the sounds of them hitting flesh and his friends hitting the ground. He loads his RK 47 and as the enemies bullets stop he leans around the corner of the canyon edge sights up his gun. As he sights it in one of the men, firing at him and his friends trying to steal their life away. He breathes in a deep breath closes his eyes he can’t stand to look at the man he’s about to take the life from. But knows it either his life or mine and opens his eyes, knowing he has to make it home for her. With a new strength and a fierce look in his eye he pulls the trigger. The shot of the gun goes off and he see the red now leaking from the man’s heart, the sound of him hitting the rough sand before he ducks back around the canyon

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