Creative Writing Essay

Brooke stood outside of his trench now, leaning against the outside hem in and smoking a cigarette. He inhaled and breathed out slowly, his eyes brimmed with tears as he stared up at the black sky, which every so often lit up with white light from an flare-up somewhere. He closed his eyes and he willed away the tears, but rather than disappearing as he had hoped, they rolled down his dirty, pale cheeks and stung his rough lips. He watched indifferently as men went spinal column and forth carrying stretchers laden with moaning men with horrific injuries.Once they came by carrying a youngish boy who Brooke suasion could not have been any older than eighteen, he was covered in blood and had taken a serious blow to the head as he was blown back by a jam landing nearby. He was still and unmoving as the stretcher-bearers hurried him back to the infirmary barracks. Finally, a sergeant-at-law named Truman tentatively approached him. Sir? Yes, what is it? , he replied wearily. Sir, Pr ivate Atkinson is hysterical sir, hes f ripeening the other men and police sergeant Williams cant delay him.Williams says can you please come, Sir? Brooke sighed. A deep long sigh. Yes all right, narrate him Im coming. When the two men entered the trench all the men in the first hoi polloi looked up with faces as dark as storm clouds and expressions which could melt a heart of st nonpareil. Brooke nodded at them as he strode past but they had no effect on him anymore. He marched straight up to where Atkinson and Williams were and sit down beside Atkinson. The boy lay vibe and muttering, he was hugging himself and rocking back and forth with his eyes tightly shut.As Brooke sat down next to him his muttering became louder and louder until he was almost shouting it. Theres no place like home. Theres no place like home. Theres no place like home. Theres no place like home. He unplowed saying it over and over again. Tears streamed down his face and his movements became more and m ore rigid. Brooke looked at Williams and and so around the trench. Twenty faces stared back at him, watching his every move. He shivered. Atkinson? Atkinson, do you hear me? Atkinson nodded and act muttering. Brooke noticed a large red mark across the young boys right cheek.Did you do this? he snapped at Williams. Williams shook his head. Brookes sharp grey eyes bore into him he nodded and looked away. Brooke glared at him then, slowly with all the gentleness of a obtain caring for her child, reached out and lifted the shaking Atkinson up to lean against him. The boy buried his head in his commanding officers articulatio humeri and grasped at his shirt, sobbing. Atkinson he said, then continuing in a kind but stern voice. David, control yourself. David, we are all scared, but we must not let our emotions overcome us. Do you hear me? Yes Sir. Now, when you go home to your mother, you will meet a nice young girl whom you love very dearly and you will go on to spend the rest of your life with her. However, to do that you must first plump through this. Now, you will survive this, but you have to try. Will you do that for me? Will you do that for your mother? Yes, Sir. As the train pulled into the country station a man, around twenty-three years old stepped coolly off and onto the platform. He breathed in deeply and looked around him everywhere he looked he maxim smiling faces and happy families.Dark memories of war clouded his mind he shook them away and started at a brisk walk towards the town. He sat in the cool church watching the young couple stood at the altar beaming at each other. He listened to the vicar as he droned on, Do you David Atkinson take Anna Phillips? You see Thomas old chap? Life goes on.. Brooke thought to himself. Victoria Holland 11BM English Coursework Mrs Dukes give tongue to preview only The above preview is unformatted text This student written piece of work is one of many that can be found in our GCSE Miscellaneous sectio n.