::Here's a story I wrote for my holiday assignment for my teacher.
It's titled Journey and its about an orphan who is in a war. Read on and you'll know more about it.
I hope you enjoy it
Ciao

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Title: Journey
By: Edward Cheang Xuerong


His breathing grew heavy as he lay on the desolate fields of war around him. The sounds around him were so surreal. The cannons around him blasting away at the enemy which were but only a short distance away as he lay injured on the ground. He could feel himself lifted up and hear the sounds of the medic telling him that he would be OK even though he knew he wouldn't be. He couldn't feel his legs after that last blast had occurred before he found himself on the ground. He knew he was dying.

Thoughts ran through his mind, telling him his life story, his journey, to himself again in slow motion then in fast forward and reverting back to real time as he relived the important memories in his life. The events that had shaped this boy into the soldier he became eventually. The events that helped him feel that he wanted to live more than ever now that he was dying and also the things that made him even more afraid of death now that it was at his doorstep.

His earliest memories were those in an orphanage in a small town. He had sat in a room playing a small ball by himself as he saw his friends being brought away by smiling adults yet he was left alone in a corner to suffer the feelings of loneliness that every friend lost brought. On the outside he might have shown indifference but inside he was on the brink of crying. The disappointment of always being left alone had slowly built him his anti-social personality he would have in his youth.

Falling out of his trance and waking up in a blur finding himself on the floor again and the ground next to him blowing u, he knew that the medic team that was sent to help him had been killed by the artillery fire from the opposing side. Resigning himself to his fate he closed his eyes and his mind brought another memory to him.

Opening his eyes this time he found himself again reliving his memories, this time he was 15 and in a boarding school that neighbored his orphanage. It was an old school that had always taken in adolescent children who were not adopted from the orphanage and it did not matter if it was a male or female, the prime reason why they were accepted in for free was that the principle and head committee had always held a firm belief that no matter how unlucky a child was, it was their prime duty to ensure an education. He remembered that his time there was neither a swell period or a horrible one but there were somethings that had made impact on his life in the long run. He had remembered his friends there, Clifford the funny one and Ross the serious one, the two that had joined him through the 5 years of schooling there and even after graduating, they had lived and worked together before the Great War had started. He remembered how every time Clifford would make a joke Ross would try to make it look like it was foolish to try but always laughed after he would fail to make a stand to Clifford. He would just smile and laugh along with the two of them every time choosing to be neutral in most situations and in others the side that was definitely right.
He smiled as he opened his eyes again this time to see some men trying to stem his bleeding on his right arm and trying to pull him back across the lines after finding him alive.

His breathing turned weaker now as he finally crossed the lines with the help of his nameless allies but even so he knew it was too late to save him now. He knew for one that his journey was at an end and that all was lost for him as he started to tear. His vision now grew blurry as his tears started to swell up and flow down his cheeks. He fear of death slowly over took him as he closed his eyes this time knowing it would be his final time.

This last memory he thought about was when he was about to rush the front lines with his unit and knowing that it would be a suicide mission meant to save the main forces behind. He found himself sitting in a transport that brought him to the front lines. His officer was giving a briefing on what would happen and giving very real consequences to the men. He faced his officer with a grim expression on his face knowing what would happen next after they deployed themselves onto the field. His officer just smiled back and said " I know all of you are afraid of dying. Myself even more so, but keep this in mind and you will stay calm on the battlefield in front of you. A wise man once told me that death was just the end of one journey and the beginning of another. Keep that in mind and your fears will disappear."

Hearing those words he could feel his fear slowly fading away and those who were alive around him saw his face turn from a look of sorrow to a look of joy thus boosting the morale of the men who surrounded him. None knew the reason why he smiled that day but all kept silent during this epic moment as they saw him draw his last breath.

The words of his officer echoed through his mind as he opened his eyes only to find his comrades that were lost in battle surrounding him in giant garden of peace and life. Looking around and seeing his friends who were lost in battle, he knew now that even though one journey has ended for him another was just about to begin.::

.:Fireport blogged on 10:22 PM:.
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