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World War 3

By Skylar

Born 2000, F, from Cape Coral Florida, United States

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World War 3! It was a whirlwind of training the steady rhythm of boots pounding the ground. We spent days running through obstacle courses, leaping over barricades, and ducking under gunfire, our hearts racing as adrenaline coursed through our veins. As we trained, the Captain and the other higher-ups gathered to discuss who would take the next flight into the fray, the weight of our choices hung heavily in the air.
Tension crackled like electricity after someone whispered that they were talking about who the next group was gonna take the helicopter to kill the Russian idiot. We kept going until finally, they called for us to get on the helicopter. We all did, life changed, and memories will take over eventually, life will never be the same again.
Sitting for a while, one person in particular caught my attention when she was told to kill this Russian. Why was she drafted, it was supposed to be boys. She looked at me and smiled before getting off and getting ready for war. She had done this before. Her rank is lieutenant. She wasn’t drafted she came before.
I heard the words “shots fired” and then we all ran out fighting. Guns blazing. The blood spewed like a bursted dam. The gunshots echoed through our ears and left sounds I could never forget. I kept this lieutenant safe as the president during a terrorist attack and I had a shot on the Russian idiot so I took it. That was when they fought harder. The lieutenant and I went inside. We took down the Russian higher-ups until there was nothing left. Nothing, everything gone, nothing was left just the sicking sight of dead bodies lying around with blood still crimsony.
That was another victory for NATO. The Chinese and the Cubans were done already. The Brits were working towards the Iranians. France needed to do the North Koreans then we won but they requested help. We got on the helicopter until the lieutenant and I got pulled to a different helicopter. We were told we were going to the Warsaw Pact leader meeting. So after a while. We got off the helicopter and took down the leaders during their meeting all without being noticed. The leaders were so done. One surrendered and begged for his life. So much begging I almost rethought it all but no they reached for their knife. Tried and stab me but no, nobody defeats the one and only. I took his knife and stabbed and stabbed til the blood poured like water out of a faucet. The lieutenant nodded and we shot the last guy. I grabbed my flask and drank a sip. That was the end of the war. For now!

World War 3(Skylar) World War 3! It was a whirlwind of training the steady rhythm of boots pounding the ground. We spent days running through obstacle courses, leaping over barricades, and ducking under gunfire, our hearts racing as adrenaline coursed through our veins. As we trained, the Captain and the other higher-ups gathered to discuss who would take the next flight into the fray, the weight of our choices hung heavily in the air.
Tension crackled like electricity after someone whispered that they were talking about who the next group was gonna take the helicopter to kill the Russian idiot. We kept going until finally, they called for us to get on the helicopter. We all did, life changed, and memories will take over eventually, life will never be the same again.
Sitting for a while, one person in particular caught my attention when she was told to kill this Russian. Why was she drafted, it was supposed to be boys. She looked at me and smiled before getting off and getting ready for war. She had done this before. Her rank is lieutenant. She wasn’t drafted she came before.
I heard the words “shots fired” and then we all ran out fighting. Guns blazing. The blood spewed like a bursted dam. The gunshots echoed through our ears and left sounds I could never forget. I kept this lieutenant safe as the president during a terrorist attack and I had a shot on the Russian idiot so I took it. That was when they fought harder. The lieutenant and I went inside. We took down the Russian higher-ups until there was nothing left. Nothing, everything gone, nothing was left just the sicking sight of dead bodies lying around with blood still crimsony.
That was another victory for NATO. The Chinese and the Cubans were done already. The Brits were working towards the Iranians. France needed to do the North Koreans then we won but they requested help. We got on the helicopter until the lieutenant and I got pulled to a different helicopter. We were told we were going to the Warsaw Pact leader meeting. So after a while. We got off the helicopter and took down the leaders during their meeting all without being noticed. The leaders were so done. One surrendered and begged for his life. So much begging I almost rethought it all but no they reached for their knife. Tried and stab me but no, nobody defeats the one and only. I took his knife and stabbed and stabbed til the blood poured like water out of a faucet. The lieutenant nodded and we shot the last guy. I grabbed my flask and drank a sip. That was the end of the war. For now!

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Honor_Trooper

11/11/2024

The best story that ive ever read, keep this up!

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