Life in the wars by Bridgitte

Out of the boat I can see the sparkling golden sand covering the beach, above, the straw high cliff edge is surrounding the beach. Wild, deadly bullets attack from above and suddenly the wonderful sand is stained in the ruby red blood with falling bodies. The clear navy sky darkens and turns into a shady miserable grey. Brave soldiers dodge the bullets crazily out of control. Heading for the trenches the lucky men are still being watched.