I Don't Understand
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Madison Doran, Grade 4
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Short Story
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2015
I see the bright red poppies blooming out of the lime green grass.
I hear the big black bombs exploding as loud as an elephant.
I smell the dusty smoke travelling through the air.
I taste the delicious ANZAC biscuits in my mouth.
I feel like I will never have a happy life again.
I am a solider that may not return.