flanders fields
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Tue, Apr 28, 2015
As the whistle blew we jumped and crawled out of our trenches. Running side by side with my mates. people falling to there deaths in front of me. I stopped and froze. I heard a loud bang and then I a loud whistle filled my ears.
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