Thomas sat in the mess hall surrounded by his fellow soldiers, receiving all kinds of well dones and congratulations for his shooting earlier that day.
"How did you do so well?" asked one boy.
"Have you ever shot before?" asked another.
"No I have never shot before. The only gun in our house is my father's and he doesn't let me anywhere near it. I don't know how I did so well. I don't believe in luck but I guess that is what it was. Just, luck."
Thomas and everyone else walked back to their cabin that night. He was still getting praise from everyone, and if he was fairly honest he was getting quite sick of it. They all went to bed that night but no one slept at all. They were all buzzing from shooting and anticipating what will happen tomorrow. It was only when the captain banged on the metal door of the cabin and shouted at them to go to sleep, which everyone did.
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Boy Soldier
Ficción históricaThomas was just a normal eighteen year old when one day he is given the talk about war and everything for him goes downhill there. He joins up and finds himself in the bloodiest battle that the world has ever seen. Created to remember the brave Bri...
