The Bullets By Charlie wk. 26

I was so cross that I slammed my gun on the ground. All the ammunition scattered across the floor. All of our squadron had been tricked. We looked at each other with fright and confusion. For all we knew the enemy forces could be waiting outside for us. We walked outside cautiously. We looked around sharply. We jogged in zig zags to avoid being shot. But suddenly a bullet flew past us. We all dived on the sand -covered rocky surface. We couldn’t see a man or a gun in sight. All we saw were the vast desert plains. I heard countless bullets again and again. My heart raced and I hoped for the best….