Exhausted, I sat down on a huge rock resting by the stream. I had gotten lost from the rest of my men, fallen behind in this jungle of rocks and trees. I wasn't sure exactly what to do. I couldn't cry out for help because that would ruin the secret operation. I was afraid that if i looked for them I might run into the enemy first, but if I stayed still...would the enemy find me? That seemed the best way to go. If a few soldiers went looking for me they would have better luck if I stayed in one place. I could hide and watch for them, jumping out when I heard them coming. Then I would be safe from anyone else in the forest. Lost in thought, I stared at the water rushing over the rocks and mud of the stream. Foam formed on the edges of the waves and splashed up near my seat.
Suddenly a loud noise brought me back to reality. I jumped up. Frightened I ran for cover. Was it my troops or was it the enemy?
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Good writing, i liked the end. It shows the uncertainty of war.The fears that might have been racing through his mind.
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