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As the tanks roll over the dead bodies, I look up at the airplanes soaring in the sky,
intent on wiping our kind off the face of the earth. Suddenly, a large transport comes from under the water. Staring hell in the face, I look up with contempt and disgust on my face. The door slowly opens, casting a large shadow over the battlefield, as enemies pour out, we are overwhelmed. There is no chance in winning. I hear a loud noise in the crimson skies, and I watch the soaring airplanes pass by, frozen. I see a white flash of light and it is over.
Pardon my several spelling mistakes, but take note, that I am a mere eleven year old. I love your work, it helps me IMAGINE. Keep up the excellent work!