Creative Writing

We had to write about either being shot at war or helping someone who had been shot. This is what I came up with.

I walk to the front line. Crawling further into the action. Bullets fly past me. The guy next to me falls to the ground in agony. It's like slow motion, I hear screams of pain and the bang of bullets. As I put my head down and trudge forward, the only sound I hear it a loud bang. It's the only sound I hear and it isn't a good one. I drop to the ground in a mix of blood, sweat and pure agony. i grab my stomach, gasping for breath. I feel like giving up. Death surrounds me like a dark blanket but I won't let it bring me down. I try shouting but I can't even hear my own voice. I start  rolling. Down down down i roll until I feel bloody cold water surrounding me. Someone comes down beside me and half carry, half drags me back to the tents. Immediately someone tends to my wound. I feel the bandage wrap tightly around my body. Just when I can't breath any longer, air is filled into my lungs. Mumbling is all around me and I can see dark figures, but my body weakens and I can't move. Medics try to keep me going but I have to give in. Again darkness sweeps over me like a dark blanket. But this time, it doesn't go away. My last thoughts are of my family, and the people who were once my friends. Hopefully I can go and see them now. As I feel my soul rising, I am proud of what I have attempted to try and save my country.