The Deadly Battlefield
Student Name : Parth. V. Doshi (Standard : 5) School Name : Rustomjee Cambridge Internatinal School
Posted on : 16 Jan 2020 Views : 655
THE DEADLY BATTLEFIELD
Night came in the rush of velvet purple black sky and a million of stars in one burst. The orange evening had perished giving up its brief twilit stay. The robe of sunset slipped from the shoulders of the army camp, ushering in the dark invader. The howling wind that seemed to circle the army camp was broken by the uneven clap of ragged thunder. Lightning flexed its muscles against the pitch black sky. I was the head of the Indian army. It was expected to be calm and a peaceful night, yet the Pakistan army attacked us!
Guns were roaring while blood shedding tears filled up the army base. The guns were blood thirsty. I ran at the speed of light. Equipped myself with guns weighing tons for an ordinary man, yet have a heart winning performance. Furthermore, zooming my way through challenging obsticles, I made my way onto the deadly battlefield. I had killed two birds with a single pebble, by throwing a deadly grenade. The sound of guns pelting out bullets ,was broken by the unexpected shower of bomb blasts that hit our camp causing a bloody graveyard, The boom of sudden bomb blasts, startled me to my deepest core. Out of the blue a surging pain was felt. A bullet hit my shoulder, and the pain was excruciating. Yet, I kept on with my bloody shoulder through the battle. Soon, the guns and bomb blasts were not heard, the battlefield had fallen silent, as a miserable graveyard. Had we lost?
“Victory!” shouted the soldiers, we defeated the Pakistan army! We became the svictorious warriors of millions of Indian soldiers. Yet, I was dismayed to observe the sea of blood. Nevertheless, we knew that we had to keep one’s chin up and also knew that this war had a silver lining, that the battle had come to a fullstop with no more sacrifice of lives for our beloved country, India!
Vande Mataram !