Page 1, An experience in an army has left me scarred, scared, lost, and out of hope. Please help me before something else goes wrong.

Guns fired. Too loud. To close. Too accurate. A yell nearby told me another had died. Soliders fell around around me. I keep pushing forwards....BANG!

I guess you want to know where I am, what I am doing, What's happening. So do I, and I'm ment to be the one telling the story!

It all started when I was 14. You have to be 16 to get in the army but I looked older than I was. My parents were poor, still are, probably. So I decided to get a job, as a macanic, the army said they wanted so one like me. I fitted the place perfectly.

So I joined. My firing test I could hit 95% of my targets. so I was to a front line solider' I hated it. Mud, water and continual explosions all aroung were a bit to much for me. the amount of soilders I saw, just walking around the trenches, with a missing arm or leg and staving. the sight was neough to make me cry at night, let alone sleep.

All the others in squad quickly realised I was younger and treated me like a baby. i wasnt important to the army. i was just another solider who was going to die, uniportant, dead.

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