Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front

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The day has come. The day I've feared but tried so hard not to. Two men grab me by the arms and lead outside to the blinding sunlight, reluctantly. My tattered shoes scrape along the rocky sand of the camp, everyones watching me now. They all know what's happening and feel sorry for me, except for a smug figure in the distance, obviously Sergeant Hanley. My eyes dart helplessly around the camp, I see the firing squad and a lump swells in my throat. Then I see Tommo, and remember my promise to him. My head is now held high as I walk through the camp, led by two of my own, toward the post. I pull an incognito smile, not because I'm happy but because I realise how closely this resembles a quick cane by Mr Munnings back at Iddelsleigh. I know from then on I'd always protect Tommo, this time proving it was with my life as well. My feet itch to run as I near the post, the firing squad loading their guilty rifles with their damned guilty bullets. I know it's not their fault, they're as deep in sorrow as I am, but still Sergeant Hanley crosses his arms and his smug grin isn't so hidden anymore as I can hear the thoughts floating through my head, "Look who won now...Private Peaceful." …show more content…

I see Little Tommo, Bertha, and of course Molly. Hastily, my mind is pulled back to reality as I hear the caw of a crow above, and a bag is fitted over my head. I decide I want them to see what travesty looks like. I want Hanley to see my cold, dead, lifeless face as it is lowered into the ground. He deserves it

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