Several shells fell from the sky and dived down straight into the rice fields in the distance where the German troops were running across. “Ah!” agonizing screams could be heard as the German soldiers were blasted apart. The sight was revolting. Blood turned the field into a crimson red colour. As more German soldiers stormed in through the field, a friendly airstrike came from above. Bombs were dropped onto the field. “Boom!” the ear-deafening sound of the bombs landed on the field. Again, the German soldiers were quickly thinned. Friendly troops were all cheering as we have finally captured Berlin after 34 hours. As I stood from a war-torn building, fatigued, I stared into the distance. The Sun was just rising. Perspiration trickled down my dirty face. I wiped it off and slumped on to the floor. My comrade, Private Brian stood beside me and gave a satisfied smile. Thoughts flashed across my mind. Was the war finally over? Or is this just the beginning of another one? Too tired to think further, I closed my eyes and lean against the wall. Brian went downstairs to meet our Sergeant. Quietness hung in the building. I sighed and curled up into a ball. Scenes of several battles surfaced in my mind. One moment, I remembered taking up my rifle and shooting a German soldier. The other, I remembered sprinting onto the beach as we landed. “Let’s go! Be down in 10 minutes!” my lieutenant shouted to everyone who was resting. Hearing his command, my heart dropped. Soldiers were all heard groaning. Berlin was completely quiet. Everything was quiet. My gut told me that something was going to happen. When can we go back to America and see my family? Deep down in my heart, I knew that wars were useless and destructive. Simply destructive. The cause despair and pain for everyone. Why? All because of man’s selfish needs. I reached into my uniform and took out a letter. Would we go back in to battle again? Would I escape death yet again? These questions entered my mind but I shunned them away. In my heart, I knew that whether I live or die, this letter, in my hand, will and must get back to my family…
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