Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front

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Brock awoke to the sound of a trumpet. He was ready to get training. Brock put on his long johns, pants, shirt, coat, and hat. Then he slowly walked out of his tent. When he walked out he was greeted by Major General Wayne. He said, “Follow me i'll show you where you will be training.” Brock followed him for a about a mile until they walked into a large field with hundreds of saddled horses, and about 80 other men. Major General Wayne said, “I'd like for you to meet somebody.” He then walked up to a stocky man who said, “Good morning Major I plan on having our troops advance in two years from now.” “Perfect news Sargent Ian.” Major replied, “Id like you to meet our newest recruit, Brock Steinbrecker I'd like for him to head the cavalry along

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