Last Breath.

I am George Sterton, i'm 15 and this is my story. A story of how my life was before and how it was now. I was in the war....


1. War!

23rd January 1939                     

Dear Diary,

This morning I did not want to get up and go to school, but if I didn't Mr Vecher would go mad! So I got up, got dressed and went down the stairs to have breakfast. As usual Violet was down the stairs already having breakfast, mum worrying where she left her keys. Just a normal day at the Sterton house.I eventually left for school and got there late as usual.

Oops forget to mention i'm George Sterton, 15 years old and I go to St.Richard High School. I'm only doing this "Diary" thing because mum said so."It's good to keep track of your life for when your older,for memories." Were her exact words. Nothing ever exciting happens in my life.

We were called into the hall today for an "important" assembly. The head master told us that he had some bad news...we were going to war...

I was shocked I mean not like "oh no forgot my homework!" shocked more like "this can't be happening!". "Thats awesome!" Jake called out. Awesome?! Was he mad? It's terrible! War means soldiers and soldiers means men, men means boys!

I shouldn't really of thought like that I mean i'm fifteen, helpless I wouldn't be able to fight! Would I?


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