Tragedy of Tragedies
I woke up fine and dandy, living the past, where I pictured myself back in my hometown. In my house to be exact. I pictured myself with my notebook in my hand, under the cosy, dark oak wood tree drawing my chaotic thoughts. I pictured myself in the roads of my hometown, the roads where I used to play and meet new friends. The roads where I learned to stand up for myself. I pictured myself with my caring yet crazy friends, crazy in an entertaining way, whom I shared every piece of my life with. Then, my tender-hearted mother appeared, followed by my whole family. My father who taught me everything and my siblings whom I used to play with. We used to play pretend, give each other different names, we would build a rocket …show more content…
He said that I will be guarding the frontline, while he will go with Joey, Tyler and Josh to the enemy’s trenches to spy. He also mentioned they will be back after two hours if everything goes as planned I stood there guarding the front line; it was as quiet as a vacuum. Sometimes quite is violent, I thought. Steve, the servant brought me food, a delicious potato pie with tea that tasted like petrol. While eating, I started thinking about what will happen to my life when the war hopefully ends. Will I go back to feeling happiness, or will I stay desperate all my life? Can I forget all the spine-chilling scenes of war, or will they haunt me forever? Or will I even survive? Meanwhile, my name was being shouted all over the trench. “Jessie, Jessie. I have a letter for you from home.” I got full of excite. I started thinking “what could be in it is it a letter from my mother wishing me luck as usual? Or is it a letter to tell me that I'm finally an uncle. Or...” all my thoughts shattered as soldiers from the enemy’s trenches seemed to be coming towards us. “What?” I whispered to myself with great panic. It seemed like there was a good five thousand soldiers just coming towards us. I put the letter in my pocket, I told the other men at the front line to do their best to stop the enemy’s soldiers from advancing, then hastened to tell Captain Danny about it. Wait! Captain Danny! He was supposed to come back fifteen …show more content…
“Go out!” I yelled “Go out!”
I sat there just cursing my luck, with tears in my heart. I chose to read the letter from home as I thought it would take me out of my depression state after hearing from my family. A tsunami of melancholy hit me right after reading the first sentence ‘Our parents died after the aerial bombardment on our hometown.’ On that moment, I was an ocean, left in the open; nothing could take the pain away. I pleaded “Please, oh please” on my knees, repeatedly asking why it has to be like this. Is this what war is supposed to do?
Mother, my lovely mother, she died. Father, who taught me everything I know, he left. The only man I trusted since I joined army, he left too. The enemy soldiers entered our trenches, stole what they could steal, killed who they could kill, imprisoned who they could imprison. They took me as a prisoner, now I'm writing from the enemy’s prisons. With a migraine and a feeling that didn’t leave me since that day, the feeling that I betrayed my
I woke up fine and dandy, living the past, where I pictured myself back in my hometown. In my house to be exact. I pictured myself with my notebook in my hand, under the cosy, dark oak wood tree drawing my chaotic thoughts. I pictured myself in the roads of my hometown, the roads where I used to play and meet new friends. The roads where I learned to stand up for myself. I pictured myself with my caring yet crazy friends, crazy in an entertaining way, whom I shared every piece of my life with. Then, my tender-hearted mother appeared, followed by my whole family. My father who taught me everything and my siblings whom I used to play with. We used to play pretend, give each other different names, we would build a rocket …show more content…
He said that I will be guarding the frontline, while he will go with Joey, Tyler and Josh to the enemy’s trenches to spy. He also mentioned they will be back after two hours if everything goes as planned I stood there guarding the front line; it was as quiet as a vacuum. Sometimes quite is violent, I thought. Steve, the servant brought me food, a delicious potato pie with tea that tasted like petrol. While eating, I started thinking about what will happen to my life when the war hopefully ends. Will I go back to feeling happiness, or will I stay desperate all my life? Can I forget all the spine-chilling scenes of war, or will they haunt me forever? Or will I even survive? Meanwhile, my name was being shouted all over the trench. “Jessie, Jessie. I have a letter for you from home.” I got full of excite. I started thinking “what could be in it is it a letter from my mother wishing me luck as usual? Or is it a letter to tell me that I'm finally an uncle. Or...” all my thoughts shattered as soldiers from the enemy’s trenches seemed to be coming towards us. “What?” I whispered to myself with great panic. It seemed like there was a good five thousand soldiers just coming towards us. I put the letter in my pocket, I told the other men at the front line to do their best to stop the enemy’s soldiers from advancing, then hastened to tell Captain Danny about it. Wait! Captain Danny! He was supposed to come back fifteen …show more content…
“Go out!” I yelled “Go out!”
I sat there just cursing my luck, with tears in my heart. I chose to read the letter from home as I thought it would take me out of my depression state after hearing from my family. A tsunami of melancholy hit me right after reading the first sentence ‘Our parents died after the aerial bombardment on our hometown.’ On that moment, I was an ocean, left in the open; nothing could take the pain away. I pleaded “Please, oh please” on my knees, repeatedly asking why it has to be like this. Is this what war is supposed to do?
Mother, my lovely mother, she died. Father, who taught me everything I know, he left. The only man I trusted since I joined army, he left too. The enemy soldiers entered our trenches, stole what they could steal, killed who they could kill, imprisoned who they could imprison. They took me as a prisoner, now I'm writing from the enemy’s prisons. With a migraine and a feeling that didn’t leave me since that day, the feeling that I betrayed my