Group 6
Britt Kennedy
Ryan McMaster
Chase Caples
Price Roberts
Behind The Border
“They got our wings Sargent!” yelled Private Carlos. Pop! POW! Crash! Boom! Bullets were zooming through the air. The bomber crashed into the ground. We vacated the bomber. Blood was allover our faces. From all the we noticed we only had 3 m16 with 3 rounds of bullets, Gunman Phil had a Springfield rifle to contribute to staying alive.
We had a campfire late at night behin the border. Carlos’ parents were immigrants from Mexico. Private Steven grew up in Colorado. His dad died when he was only 12. Gunman Phil grew up and joined the NYPD later decided to join the force. And me Sargent Matt went to the University of Georgia Marine Corps.
Morning came and we were ravenous for food. The terrain was rough and dry and our resources were beginning to exhaust. We heard a brawl in the distance. We eluded the territory to see what was going on. We hid behind some boulders. “Wait a minute “said Steven whispered,”Where is Carlos?”
“Isn’t that him getting shot down?” murmured Phil
“NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!” yelled Steven. ”Shah, be quite” Matt whispered. We watched as he lost clasp of his gun. The enemy attained his gun. We called a plain and they came shortly. We grabbed Carlos’ Body and left. The Funeral was quite.
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