Remembering
“I found myself
laying on a field of flamboyant poppies; traumatized by the sound of war, the
screeching of the bullets soaring out of the atrocious guns, held by comrades
that had once been peaceful and calm as the soft wind breeze. I laid there utterly
still, picturing what had once been a soothed part of me.”
“The guns, the bullets’
cartridges and the swords were scattered on the grass moistened by gore, most
of our soldiers lifeless on the floor. It was a real relief when we heard that the
war had ceased: awaited peace was back again!”
Goodness me, Kalzang, this work is deeply evocative of the agonies of war. I was particularly impressed with the phrase 'moistened by gore'.
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Mrs T.
Awesome story Kalzang!!! I really like the vocabulary you used!!!
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