Quick write

 The rattle of guns echo across the reddened fields. My heart pommels out of my camouflaged chest. Over my shoulder a gun is slung, my hands steer themselves to it. I urge my feet to run, diving onto my stomach, with my eye through the aim I take fire from a wanderer. His face looks like he is calling for death. Most feel the same. A bullet runs past my ear - panic fly's up my body - and into my shoulder. The force from the bullet grabs me and yanks me down the bank and into the nearest trench. A man yells at me then calls for his mates. They come rushing with a deathly pale looking woman with a red cross on her arm. That was the last thing I saw.

When I wake up from my dramatic faint I can feel a stiff white bandage around my wounded shoulder. I thank the nurse who walks past me. She smiles faintly. I pull my self up to a sitting position and examine the room. In a corner I spot someone who looks familiar.                                                                                        " Annie, is that you." I yell, catching some disapproving looks,

" Robbie, Oh your OK, Mia Rose was so distressed" Cries Annie my neighbor and close companion. we hug each other for a while, taking away pain of homesickness.