Creative Writing. The chief shouted his orders. Everyone get your stuff! Lets go! Everyone to their stations, NOW!

knew that she was crying. She went to put the baby to sleep and ran towards me. I felt her warm tears on my face as we kissed. She slowly went upstairs and indicated with her head towards the baby. I walked at a snail's pace into the living room. My daughter those stared at me with angelic eyes and smiled; only she didn’t know what she was going on and how this would affect her. I had been so busy in my life that I don’t think that she even knew me.  I don’t think that she realised that in a few years time, her life would be totally different. I gave her a kiss on her head as I picked her up and hugged her so hard because I didn’t want to let go of her. My wife came down with a few bags full of my belongings. She took my hand and whispered inside my ear. When she let go of my hand, I found a picture of us on our wedding day. I tried to power through and not cry but I couldn’t help it. Tears dropped from my face onto the photo but I wiped it away instantly. I gave my wife a final hug and kiss and bid her farewell.Back at the base, hundreds of other soldiers were saying their final goodbyes to their family. I shoved my bags into the plane and screamed. Why? Why was this happening? I didn’t want to go to war. I was so scared. I don’t think that I have ever been this scared before. I had to go and fight in this war but I couldn’t. My limbs felt weak and numb and suddenly I felt that I couldn’t move them even an inch. I powered through it almost breaking down but I didn’t because I didn’t want to look weak. I was one of the special soldiers that had been chosen to fight.A few hours later we arrived in London and went immediately to our base. We packed our guns and went out. We were told to kill any Nazis immediately. I had trained how to use a gun but that was in practise not actually killing someone. The chief has given us a number of different locations where they thought the Germans would hide out. Base 1 – a dusty old factory which didn’t look like anyone is here, but we needed to look around anyway. We checked the area thoroughly and there didn’t look as if anyone had been here, although it did smell like some guns had been used but we shrugged it off. We were about to leave when out of nowhere, a Nazi party crept towards us, with guns greater than ours. A fellow soldier of mine, named Ryan, only 19, followed orders; he was so scared that within a flash the strident sound of a gun went off. As we stood there not realising that this 19 year old would change the rest of our lives in a matter of seconds, the rest of us curled our arms around our head and crouched onto the flour within milliseconds. When the sound of the gun was at ease, we stood up, there lay on the ground were about 5 Nazi soldiers with blood dripping for every inch of their bodies and a white faced Ryan, who couldn’t believe what he had just done. We cheered for him and slowly, he returned his normal colour and was able to