World War 6

By Anonymous -

BOOM! BOOM! That’s constantly is in my head reminding me when I was in Iraq and it is year 2200. BOOM. BOOM That's all I can remember.  Lasers are shooting around with constant beams. People were dieing. With this type of medicine today they can save almost anyone. But in this case medicine wasn't enough. A billion men dead in world war 6. Ehem! Hi im Billy McNUggetstien Magoogy. This is my story about the war. I didn't want to do this at first but I decided that it is better for everyone to know. I remember it like it was yesterday. So, it was April 23 and I was on the bus heading to the army base. When I got off the bus I saw a big building that read M.A.F.T.U.S which stood for “Military, Association, For, The, United, States,”. It was huge and I was nervous but at the same time excited. I went to the front entrance and I was stopped by general Ploopelnoople. He had short hair, brown eyes and a scar running down his face. I wondered where he got the scar but I didn't want to ask. The building was very nice, we took the stairs up and on floor one was where all the training was. Next we went to floor two and the general told me to keep walking. I wasn't able to see the room and I wanted to know what was in there. Next was the room where I would sign the contract to get my suit and go to war. The contract said that I was not allowed to sue the country if I got injured. I got my suit and went to the 1st room where the training room was. I met a man named Billy Bob Johnson. He would become my closest friend in the military. I was given a group of men that I would stay with for the entire war. They are, and will forever be my brothers. I introduced myself to this group. It was a group of 5 including me. Billy was in this group. Some of the other men were James, Cody and Namquan. We trained together for 5 months before entering the war. Months go by and it's the day that we do what we came here to do. We were going to war. The day was October 23. I thought it was going to be a piece of cake, but it wasn’t. I got my suit on and had butterflies in my stomach. I got ready to jump out the helicopter and go to war. I grabbed the gun and slid down the rope. I saw the first man and I knew he was against me. He fired his gun. I dodged the bullet and shot him. Bam. I'll never forget the first time I killed someone. I felt so bad. The man had brown eyes and and brown hair. I saw him and I almost cried. 4 weeks of me sitting in a bomb shelter. Waiting for my turn at combat. Tonight, November 23, was the tactical mission and we were going out. Twenty minutes go by and we are in the dark. Gunfires start to go off and bombs go off. Then suddenly one bomb hits, Boom! All of a sudden I was in the air, I hit the ground and blacked out. At Least that is what they told me. I can't remember. Beep! Beep! Beep! I woke up and I was in the hospital. I pulled the blanket off and realized the hard truth I was missing my legs. I panicked for a little and then thought about my team. Where were they? Were they ok? “Nurse!” I yelled. The nurse came. I asked her where Billy and the team were and sadly the only one to survive of those was me. Tears dropped from my eyes as I realized the sudden truth. My brothers and best friends were gone. So there you have it. As I wiped away my tears. It had been so long since I talked about it. That is my story from world war 6.

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