World War II
by Joe
5C
In a group of fifty trucks on a road in Germany it sounds like a stampede.
Then above all of this noise,
From the sky,
Comes a great light and what sounds like thunder.
Now there is nothing but darkness.
No sound,
No light,
Only darkness.
From inside my truck I look around,
I see that the other trucks are now only burned up piles of metal,
Their shapes barely recognizeable through this,
Awful,
Darkness.
Now the horrible thought crawls slowly,
Into my mind.
I release what has happened.
We were bombed,
By a tool of destruction,
That was full of death.
I try to think,
But it is unbearable to think of,
98 people,
49 trucks,
Turned to nothing in an instant.
There is one impossible thing to do,
Not to think of all of the people who died.
There is one possible thing to do,
Our only choice,
To drive on.