The heart of a worrior

Boom boom is what we heard as the shots rang out. Mom cried as we hid in the basement. The rebels has took over the town. We stood our ground but they were strong but to strong. The rebels killed half the town and now teens are fighting I am 42 and I have never seen such a thing. I ran across the battle field but I was hit from a musket, I was in so much pain but I carried on to fight. I am now in a tent getting my wound treated,still in pain but I am going to still fight. I got the worst news ever mom was killed,she was all I had now me and my brother is all the family has left. I found my brother this morning dead,with a note that read"I am sick of fighting knowing I not getting any were I love you". So now I have to fight for my mom and brother. The rebels came in the what's left of the town and we killed them all. I was shot again but this time I died. The rebels lost the war, when I was killed I shot the very last rebel ever. This is the end of the story but its the end of me