Descriptive Essay: Faking His Age To Go To War

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How naive could a 16 year old be faking his age to go to war. If only I knew what I was in for sitting in this trench all alone last man in my battalion with my two best mates lying dead beside me. If only we could go back to the days of camping down by the stony creek with the sound of the rapids and the echoes of our laughter ringing through the dense bush while sitting beside the fire. Instead of the flame like flashes of the guns and the whistles from the bullets flying past me praying that the next one doesn't hit me. Nothing can prepare man let a lone a boy to pull the trigger on his first human. I can still remember the look of fear in his eyes as we stood there with our guns drawn waiting to pull the trigger. Knowing it was him
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