The War had started. I was frightened and was shaking with terror praying not to be hit by any bombs. As a soldier I was scared as this was the first time I had ever been behind enemy lines. I got my rifle and put my helmet on, I was ready to attack. There was German soldiers everywhere marching up the hill. Explosions appear at my side and some of us dont survive, but we carry on. When will this stop I remember thinking to myself, am I going to survive this? All I wanted was to see my family.