Suddenly the pain in my arm became worse and worse. The gritty battlefields was coverd with enemy forces, and I had been shot in the arm. The more I move, the more blood spills out of my unpleasant arm.
I try to move to one side but they keep shooting at me. The only thing I can do now is pray. I could suddenly hear a noise. It's the British army: theyve come to save me. Bang: the tank blew the enemy to smithereens.
I feel strong arms pull me onto a helicopter: I'm saved...
By Jack W.
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