Guns are shouting . Ships are swiming. Lives are wasting. People are fleeing and bombs are flying. My best Friend's blood is on me. Shivering and scared i am and i'm only 18 i'm siting in a bunker. Oh how i'm scarred! A grenade pops over.A big gang it makes. My Father is beside me telling me we'll be ok. i get my mail from my mum she wants me to be positive.and i amtryingto be. She also wantsme to comeback soon. And i hope to God i do!