Author's Note: War is much different than what most of us think.
Jonathan stood there watching as enemy soldiers approached. The
Corporal shouted orders and the other men hustled about, struggling to load
rifles and to set up a line of defense. Enemies inched closer and closer.
Jonathan looked around at his fellow soldiers, their faces cloaked in fear. His
stomach felt uneven and his mind was racing and he kept thinking of his mother
and father. Opposing soldiers were so close now Jonathan could hear their
marching. Everyone halted awaiting for the Corporal to give the command to
fire.
“Ready!”, shouted the Corporal.
Jonathan’s heart raced, he was panicked. He wanted to be a soldier but as he looked at
both sides and considered what he was about to do.
“Aim!”
He didn’t want this. No more fighting, no more marching, no
more being a soldier.
“Fi—!”
Jonathan turned around and was paralyzed. The Corporal had
been shot.
“ZZZZZZPP!”
Something and hit Jonathan’s back. His eyes got heavy, his
mind went blank, and the world went dark. He awoke at the sound of a cry he
shot up and was rewarded with a spiking pain in his back that echoed throughout
his body. Maids and doctors rushed towards him. He realized he was in an
infirmary. Doctors asked him what he remembered but he couldn’t remember a
thing. All he knew was his back was in pain and he needed to go back to his
father. He wished he had never gone to war.