The Soldiers are coming By Sam

The Soldiers are coming!

Trudge. My feet were slowly sinking into the mud. Gunshots sprinting past me. I tried to sprint as fast as I could over the hill. Bang. I was hit. Two medics carefully trotted over to me. Checked if I was still alive and plonked me on the stretcher.

    I had been taken to a hospital flowing with other soldiers that had been injured one way or another. The person in the bed next to me had been hit by a shell. He needed to have his left leg amputated the next day. I was much more fortuitous as all I needed to have was a bullet taken out of my right arm.