Friday, February 25, 2011

Assonace poem

A bash then a crash as the solider fights for his life in the middle of the intense battle. His blood is churning inside his body like a blender. He rushes the compound with the rest of the platoon. This mission must be successful. cannon and artillery fire are landing and exploding all round him but he must pres on. for the sake of his country they must press on. Another crash he dashes to the right to avoid a shell barely misses him. The bombs start falling on the compound finally reinforcements have arrived. They blast through the front gate and storm the compound. They successfully taken it. the battle is won the day is done the soldiers may rest and prepare for another day

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