It was 1915 john was siting in a trench all alone it was night duty and was lost in his thoughts then he herd “snip snip” and the sound of leather through mud Its not like last year he thought. The year before an attack on his trench left all of his troops dead but instead of fighting he hid.This year would be different he blow his whistle and ran over the top he shot his rifle again and again remembering the faces of the soldiers he led to die.Until a pain in his Shoulder he fell to the ground and would fall into a forever slumber.
Hi, Ashton. I love this story, it really immersed into the world of John with the story telling.