Have you ever thought about what fiction is? Probably, such a question may seem surprising: and so everything is clear. Every person throughout his life has to repeatedly create the works he needs for specific purposes - statements, autobiographies, dictations - using not gypsum or clay, not musical notes, not paints, but just a word. At the same time, almost every person will be very surprised if he is told that he thereby created a work of fiction, which is very different from visual art, music and sculpture making. However, everyone understands that a student's essay or dictation is fundamentally different from novels, short stories, news that are created by professional writers. In the works of professionals there is the most important difference - excogitation. But, oddly enough, in a school literature course, you don’t realize the full power of fiction. So using our website in your free time discover fiction for yourself. The Soldiers Creed by Justin Devlin (little readers TXT) 📖
- Author: Justin Devlin
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The battle had started before we reached the LZ making it a hot landing. A panzershrek flew just ppast us twice. Our lives were in danger yet we talked about what we wanted to do when we got back. I didnt know what I would do I didnt do anything back there I dont know what I would do. Truck said he was gonna start his family with his sweetheart Ashley Peticot. A boy Derek abot 18 had said that once he got back home he would move back in with his mom and live the rest of his time with her because of the way she made him feel like he was safe that nothing could hurt him. I replied she's not out here she cant save you here the only thing keeping you alive is your rifle.
When we landed the field was stained with trails of blood. The sight was disturbing it caused me to cringe. I stepped out in the field a bullet flew right by my head it whinned and struck a soldier that I didnt know the man dropped to his knees and fell over. I watched as truck ran forward and slid into a nearby rock and then I saw it I saw my death I would not leave here alive. I watched as a bomber plane dropped its cargo I jumpped back as the flames engulfed everything and everyone in it's range.
Chapter Twelve: A Lost LifePain was surging throgh my body my vison was blured the smell of blood was in the air I could not tell if it was mine or other peoples I just figured it was both. I couldnt lift my head it felt like I had lost my strength and I couldnt feel my legs. When I had finnaly regained some strength I lifted my head and looked down and almost began to cry both of my legs were crushed one was half off. As I examained more I found three holes in my torso where bullets or other projectiles had went through me. The blood was everywhere and half my body was scorched I looked around and many of those I had come to know were lifeless bodies now. I looked next to me and saw Truck lying with his eyes wide oped and staring with a look of pain. I looked back at the sky and began to feel dizzy I began to cry but not for fear that I would lose my life but tears of joy that it was all finnaly over all the pain and misery. After all if I would survive I would live with the pain of my friends deaths life is not the soloution to my problem to this war death was because I would no longer live with the pains of life this is my soloution and always will be. I felt my breath start to slip my sight began to blurr this is it this is my answer. Everything went black and then silent.
THE END
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