Personal Narrative: The Terrible Moment In WW1

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‘’The Terrible Moment In WW1” “Boom!!!, Boom!!!, Boom!!! that’s all i’ve been hearing” said Billy. Billy ran in the trench to eat.
I saw my friend Bobby so I asked him where's my dinner, then he said,”Here you go”. Guess what I got dog biscuits and tea “Disgusting”. After I ate I heard shooting and soldiers running in the trench. From out of nowhere Bobby shouted,” Run , run , run”.
I asked Bobby what's going on and he said,” A soldier from the other side came , and started shooting. Everyone were running for their lives.
I tried to run as fast as I could all i could hear was the sounds of men dying and the smell of blood. While I was running I saw a familiar face lying dead on the ground. It was Bobby, I felt so sad and endanger, so I stood

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