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Primary. Years 3/4/5/6


By Charlie Patch, year 6, Amherst School

I stared out of my window at a German with a gun, I sat there for a while watching him. I thought it would be a good idea to go over to him, so I did. I snuck up behind him. The German didn’t notice me. I just stood there. I watched him. He was scanning the horizon for any British boats. I looked at his gun, it was huge. He had lots of ammo. It looked deadly and it had big scope. The man went to grab his drink. I thought he was going to see me. I stood still, I didn’t breathe. I turned back around, crept back to my house, I went back up to my room. I sat at my window and watched him again. Still, he scanned the horizon for British boats, I wondered to myself, does he ever get bored of just sitting there? The Germans' boss came over. He asked, “Have you spotted any boats?”
“No sir,” answered the German controlling the gun. The other German left. Minutes after another German came over. He swapped with the person with the gun. The new man looked grumpy. I decided to go talk to him to see if I could cheer him up, so I crept up behind him and whispered,”Hello.” The man froze. After a minute he carried on scanning the horizon. I decided to speak up so I said nervously, “Hello.” The German froze again. This time he froze longer, but before I knew it the humongous gun was pointing at me. I froze this time. The German said demandingly, “Back in the house or else.” I was brave so I said,”Or else what?” Before I knew it I was on the ground. I had been shot. It hurt a lot. Everything was black.

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