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Saturday, January 3, 2009

1/03/2009 02:26:00 AM


In the call to duty, trenches of doom and smoky damned atmosphere. I proned with my mates praying for help and support from the supply lines. Shells whistling from the sky and shrapnel's blown away tearing flesh apart. Just as we were about to raise the white flag, the faithful elite legionnaires came with the 21st royal guards to reinforce us.

Our moral increased as they were there for us. Dead bodies were visible even from the furthest distance. Mates are now Imaginary friends and yes, my bayonets is ready for action. The war horn as been blown by the Elites and there we go charging off the trench and heading to the enemy side. We fought bravely not to let the region down. This is our last hope to gain independence.

Revenge is a dish best serve cold. Every targets we sees, signalled our hearts with anger.
They are battle hardened warriors. Luckily there are elites supporting us.
The whole scene is horrific. My best buddy died infront of my own eyes. His hands spread out and landed on my boot. He looked up at me and said, "Tell her..." and his gone.
Imagine the amount of hurt you'll get by that. I pulled off his dogtag and carried on fighting.
Our troops fought courageously and we manage to pull of the enemy line by a few kilometers.

The enemy retreat far behind their lines and the enemy's mortar division kept on firing shells at us without stopping. Most of our men were being blown to pieces. I ran towards them and one of the Mortar generals was spotted by me. He stared at me, eye to eye. The strong signal of retreat in his eyes.

As i were about to pull the trigger and shot that general, "YAAHHHH!!!!" my handphone alarm rang. My dream was totally disturbed by that alarm. Its so real, i can feel the experience of being honoured as the "first battalion fighters" and win a war. Yeah, and i I'm awake for now.
I looked at the watch and yeah, its 8.34. Oh my, its Friday, SCHOOL!. Damned, my classmates were messaging me to wake up and i was sound asleep. I cant control my eyes and I'm back to sleep after that. Woke up at 11.10 dreamless and yeah, have a long bath and off to school at 11.35. I reached school at 12..

I took 20 minutes just to find my class and yeah, the students in it too.
Luckily Miss Johara showed me where they are.
As i entered the Auditorium, the first thing that actually happened to me is, "you dare come school late! stand straight!" Mr Ong released his anger at me and yes, the whole Auditorium looked at me. haha.

I cant remember much about that actually.

I'm sleepy, I'm off to sleep now.
Hopefully i will be able to raise the flag of peace in my dreams for now.

cheers!


- opps! it fell.




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