“Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy” - Jack Clayton

“Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy” - Jack Clayton

I could hear bullets whizzing past my ears, war cries, drowning the battlefield with sound, bombs destroying people’s lives, guns crackling in the distance. I jumped into the trench, mud splashing into my face. I sat myself against the wall and wondered why I had done this. Why had I chosen to be a soldier. I’ve seen my friends dying right in front of me. I've seen innocent people being tied up and

slaughtered. As I look over the trench I see hundreds, maybe thousands of angry people firing their weapons killing each other, I soon realized that the opposition had over-run us bringing our numbers near zero. I had to do something. The communication box was in the other trench. I needed to find a way to get over to

that trench without exposing myself to the enemy. It wasn't just a matter of digging a hole, the distance was 30 feet. That would have taken me a day to do, and I don't have a day left to spare.

So i thought, “Maybe i could hide myself with all the dead bodies and crawl over there”. I thought about it for a second and thinking of any way that it could go wrong and there wasn't any way. Unless I messed up. With the thought in my head that I couldn't make a mistake I slowly climbed out of the trench and crawled through the dead bodies. I could see people without limbs, exposed

organs and even headless, i soon realised I was crawling through a massacre.

Suddenly I heard footsteps. I stopped dead still, planted my head on the ground and waited, the footsteps grew louder and louder. It was a horse just walking through the desolate war zone being unharmed. Both sides stopped firing and just watched it plod along the frontline. I made it to the front trench and jumped down to grab the box. Calling for support; then I just sat there, thinking about that horse

and I thought of this quote; “Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy”. I whispered to myself, “maybe there is beauty in a war”.