Leaving A War Zone

• Kyle Johnson, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2014

The noise was deafening and tramatising as i was running. The ground shook from the blast of the bombs. My wife carried our son the crys from the little girl my cusin has in his arms didn't help it hurts to run with no shoes.AS im running new noises can be heard.Helicopters and planes drop bombs on the Taliban occupied village.
I was well out of breath but i didn't stop.up ahead U,N, soilders rounded up the terrified villages .We got close to the soliders before bullets started buzzing around us and at the soldiers. Terrioists were on the sand dunes shoting rockets and mashine guns.At us from every direction.
We were forced to hit the deck as the dunes exploded.Two helicopters flew past as i was grabed by a soldier. Then it came to me we got to leave this country. This country is too bad for my familt and for me.