The Royal Armouries
'BANG!' shouted the cannon as I launched it into the opposition's base.
'Good Shot!' said my friend Jack, who was on the Allies, just like me. It was war; half the battlefield was fire, a quarter was dead bodies and the remaining land was weapons and people. The Germans thought that they could take us down with a surprise attack in Leeds. They must have used some tracking device to track our coach from Preston to Leeds- but where could they have hidden it? What if they put it in one of our bags? I shuddered at the thought that someone might have taken my bag and put something in it without me even noticing. The storm was brewing and the thick, heavy clouds were shooting sparks: lightning.
'Wake up!' said Jack, stopping my mind from wandering away. 'We are surrounded!'. I looked around and, even though I didn't want to believe it, I realised that what he was saying was true: the Nazis were everywhere! I started running, not knowing which direction to run in. I heard Jack shouting some words in the background, but I ignored him. Gunshots were sounding in the background, but i carried on running until the world just turned upside-down: I had tripped over a corpse! I gently touched my forehead and looked at it: red. Blood red. Everything went blurry as I rested my head on a log. I had passed out!
'Mark! Mark! Come on! It's time to go honey.' said my Mum as I stopped pretending it was World War II, 'Jack! You too! Your Mum just called!' I took one last glimpse at the cannons and strolled away to the horizon.
'Mark! Mark! Come on! It's time to go honey.' said my Mum as I stopped pretending it was World War II, 'Jack! You too! Your Mum just called!' I took one last glimpse at the cannons and strolled away to the horizon.
