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=World War 1 Story= It was June 25th, 1917. John walked on land as bullets flew past him at a speed that was to fast for him to see. This is it; John was now in France to fight for the United States. John was a young 24-year-old man. He was engaged and had one 2-year-old child. He was scared that he might not survive, but he held it in hoping that he will survive. John and many other squads where deployed in France, hoping to fight and win against the Central Powers. He ran up to a hill to see hundreds of men and hundreds of more on the ground either injured or dead. John though fast and ran down to a trench. He had no time to think, and second he could get shot. John pulled out his Rifle, a Lee Enfield to be exact. He loaded his gun and stood up from the trench. A shot exploded from his rifle, a man went down. John quickly reloaded it and shot again. He had to be careful that he wasn’t shooting his own men. Soon he was almost out of ammo. Three of his friends were also in the trench along with him. Two in which where trained snipers and one with a rifle. John was getting even more freighted. More Central Power soldiers where being deployed and the Allied Powers where getting pushed back. Now was the time not to be frightened. Tanks where deployed not to long ago, it was almost night. Explosions were heard left and right. He alone was almost out of ammo, and so was everyone else. A few hours later, just before the sun went down, Supplies came in. There was no shooting at the time, so the squad sat down and ate. They had beans and vegetables. Wasn’t the best but John was happy. Finally John went to sleep. It was almost morning when a man yelled “Germans ahead!” John got up as quick as he can, pulled out his rifle and aimed. Again the fighting went on and on. John and his squad moved inwards and more and more Germans kept coming. They where not in any trenches this time, they where out in the open. John blinked and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left arm. John screamed out and looked at his arm. Blood was coming out of his arm. He was shot! A medic came over and patched him up. He could not feel is left arm anymore but he could move it. He couldn’t take this anymore. Everywhere, all the time, their where people getting shot, stabbed, or blown to bits. He just couldn’t take this. He started sobbing thinking about his family. But he didn’t stop moving. He went on fighting. After a few weeks of fighting, it was getting harder and harder. The Germans pushing the Allied Powers back. John herd a rumor that help is on the way, and a few days later, the help came. More squads where deployed and even better, 3 squads had tanks! John’s hopes went up. He new that if they held on he would be able to see his family again! Months and months went by. John has almost been in the war for 1 year now. When he was told about a plan. The lieutenant said that more then 400 tanks will be deployed and over 100,000 men will be here. John said that it’s a waste in his mind. But to his surprise just a month later, the plan actually worked. By November 11th, 1918 at 11am a ceasefire was in effect. He war had ended. John was so happy. Once John got home, his child crawled up to him and said “DADDY!!!!!!” his soon to be wife ran from the kitchen, opened eyed, and yelled “John your home!” Just a few months after John had gotten home, John and his new wife, Lisa, got married. They lived a happy life, married for 50 years. John died at the age of 76 with cancer, and his wife died at the age of 81. Their son grew up and had a happy family, 1 beautiful wife, and 3 children.