Dogs in War diary By Sophia

'My goodness what a day! Most days are bad enough but today was definitely the worse so far.I woke up to Sir Cumbersome banging huge metal pots around my ears leaving me with weeping purple wounds on my face. I started cowering with fright but when I resisted Sir whipped me hard with his ugly leather belt. He didn't even give me a drink of water but still expected me to go out and guard his stupid little hut in the pouring rain. I thought I was going to start pouring with floods of tears when the hailstones ingrained themselves in my poor oozing cuts. Its midday now and I still haven't been fed a single thing. I'm practically starving now sitting here gazing at Sir tucking in to his cheese and pickle sandwiches'.

'Its been about three hours now and he finally fed me a manky, rotten bit of beef jerky, and by the way I don't even like beef jerky. Right this minute im hiding down the ditch right over the back of the fields where they prepare the tanks(sir doesn't usually come down here because he is too lazy)

Im trembling with fear right now so let me tell you what happened, I will warn you though it may haunt you for years too come....

It was about 15 minutes after I had finished writing in my diary when a loud whining siren wailed; an air raid siren. Soldiers, even the injured ones, scrambled hurriedly to get into there planes and took off immediately. Other people sprinted to the air raid shelters slamming the doors behind them. I was petrified as I was the only one still outside and I knew I shouldn't even be here. It was then that I done something ridiculous, something I never should have done. Summing up all my energy I sucked in my stomach and squished myself into the broken pipe. By now the bombs were louder than ever and all I could see was billowing, acrid smoke and explosions everywhere but still I persevered. Pain was prickling down my back as bits of broken pipe wedged themselves into my skin.

Once I was about half way down the pipe I stopped only to realise that there was a large metal object about a metre in front of me. As I edged forward I gasped in shock horror. It was an un exploded bomb. Shrieking loudly I sprinted down the tunnel, blood running down my back as I went. When I finally reached the end of the tunnel the bombs were still going but for once I didn't care. I was just relieved I hadn't got any closer.

Suddenly, they stopped. Silence descended and rippled around the fields. Gradually everyone came out of the shelters too inspect the damage. But for the second time today I didn't care I was still just pleased it was all over and I wasn't hurt.

Well that's it for today, because I think if I write anymore I will probably end up giving myself nightmares. Plus im already welling up just at the thought that that ever even really happened.

A Dog in War.