Integer Project

This is a Powtoon about the adding and subtracting with positive and negative integer rules

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Authors Purpose= PIE

Soldiers Tale ANZAC

Glory or Insanity?

Exhausted, dying and bloodshot the men trudge on slowly, a man behind me coughs violently and collapses into the dark sticky mud. The mist obscures the view of the enemy. All of us wishing for the end.

A bullet slams into my shoulder and blood spills out.

“RETREAT”! Blood spilling everywhere I start the short crawl back to the trench, pain eclipsing my view.

Drunk with fatigue the men once again stumble onwards some already collapsing.

Dirt shrouds the features of their face.

The men were brave once but they had been broken apart and had no souls.

Screams fill the air as another mist of bullets fall the soldiers in their tracks.

“GAS PUT YOUR MASKS ON FOR GOD SAKE GET YOUR MASKS ON”men frantically scrabble around.

One man was too late, he cried a bloodcurdling scream “SOMEBODY PLEASE”.

He didn’t finish the sentence, he coughs up a glob of blood and falls on top of me.

I push the bloody corpse of the soldier off me and slow my breathing.

Gas shrouds my view.”IS EVERYBODY OKAY”How many casualties?” “Just one sir”.

The soldiers squelch on through the dark sticky mud , the gas attacks the frail mentality of the soldiers.

Flashbacks plague my mind attacking at my brain like a gun.”PLEASE HELP ME”.

My comrade screams and coughs a huge glob of blood up it dribbles down his chest.

How would you feel if one of your best friends came crawling towards you asking for help.

Blood gurgling in his mouth and streaming down his chest.

Four men reluctantly picked him up and threw him on.

What if you saw every time the wagon hit a pothole blood come rushing up to his mouth.

The wagon hits another pothole, SQUELCH.

Blood comes frothing out of his mouth bubbling down his un-breathing corpse.

Every time it hits a pothole all of us brace not only for the impact but also for the disgusting sounds.

The blood drips down his body and onto the dirt.Why did I sign up for this?!

If you survived you would not be the same, if you died…well then you would be dead.

What if every time you went to sleep you heard the screams and groans of dying soldiers all around you.

You felt bullets whipping at you like a red hot poker.

What if you saw war every time you closed your eyes , would you call war glory,insanity or just plain stupidity?  

BY BENEDICT