WALT write a narrative through the eyes of one of the children or one of the soldiers.
As me and my friends were on the ship to go to war we all huddled up so we could keep warm and because there wasn't much room. When we arrived at the beach we saw the Turkish people waiting for us to arrive. I walked down the ramp and ran into a puddle. The Turkish people had put barbed wire on the ground so we could get cut.
The Turkish people had bombs so did we, they had helicopters but we didn't have any. They were dropping bombs and we had to keep on running. We were running as fast as a race car. I didn't like it because I had to see all my mates get shot and there were people getting shot in there cheek and I could smell the blood.
I hide behind a pile of dirt then BOOM It gives me a fright. I look behind me and then another man gets killed. I take a deep breath and keep on running.
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