Robyn. 17. Aspiring artist. Christian.
Lord of the Rings. Sherlock. Cabin Pressure. The Avengers. Doctor Who. And whatever else tickles my fancy.
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John, ever since he was little, wanted to be in the army, to fight and protect his country, to be brave and prove that although he may not have been the toughest or the smartest, he could still make a difference.
He dreamt of bravely marching into battle. He would pretend to fight, to shoot, running around with his wooden gun and shouting in victory. His mother would watch him, laughing at his eager spirit and encouraging him to be the brave soldier he was. His father had served in the war, and often told him stories of the battles he had.
Little did he know of the realities of war as he ran around his small front yard, dodging behind bushes, whispering into his hand to relay instructions to his troop. But soon, soon enough he would have the chance to find out.