The war.

You rush for a wall with dirt and blood flying over bullets skipping across the sky you have been grazed 2 times trying to get to the wall you trip in fall right before a bullet goes for your head that’s the last of your luck you crawl to the Wall it bakery fits your body and head leaving the tippy top of your helmet open and it flys of from a bullet you Sargent “Hen” Henry come to you from in ally way you look at him he has a bandage over his arm continue from here my soldiers