not supposed to be long. im doing 3 pages. im in 8th grade. here it is:

World War III

My family refugees, my eldest son captured by enemies and locked in a labor camp and I made a soldier of the U.S army. It has been five years since the war started and I’ve been barely scraping death. I’ve been shot in the arm but I survived. I am so lucky to be alive in a sea of corpses; I keep on thinking I’m the saddest person in the world, how selfish can I be? I know families that have been put all around the world struggling for their lives in places without their young ones. Yet I am only sorry for myself. My name is Alex Mercer I’m a man with a purpose, to end this. I can remember the time I looked up at my youngest son as he rode the train to who knows where his eyes drowned in tears of sadness. Then and there I made a vow to myself to end this war and reunite with my family no matter the cost. Your probably wondering why this war started? I blame Bush. Due to the war in Iraq it was the perfect excuse for North Korea to wage war against US. Iraq and North Korea have banded together with Taiwan, Japan, Singapore and China to make the triple AAA, Anti American Alliance.

“Mercer!” shouted the General at the top of his lungs. I wasn’t listening. “Mercer!” he screamed again. I was so shocked that I hit my head the canopy of my bunker; writhing in pain I stumbled out of bed rubbing the area where I hit my head.
I scurried over to the general half asleep. “What are you doing Mercer?! It’s time to set up camp now get your *** over here.” It’s been a long time since I’ve been stationed in the countryside, five years to be exact, I looked out of the window of my tank ready to get out however I was dismayed to see charcoal sky, trees without leaves and frightened villagers. This war doesn’t affect only the city but the entire country. How much I’d give to see the countryside as I remember a row of bright yellow sunflowers shining like a golden coin in the sky, rows of crops and grape vines to your left and right and forest of giant trees with people snapping pictures looking at it in awe. Now look at it a dark labyrinth of brick houses and frightened villagers. A tear rolled down my cheek looking at this horrendous sight.

Suddenly the tank came to an abrupt stop near a flowing river. The force of the stop made me jerk forward, I really should’ve gotten used to that by now. I walked out and embraced the humidity and the clean country air; it wasn’t as clean as I was used to in the countryside due to the vehicles moving in and out however it was better then the scent of blood which my nose was now most accustomed to. At the corner of my eye I saw our squadron already a quarter ways up the looming hill ready to set up camp, I quickly rushed up not wanting to get lost. When I reached the top of the hill I looked like I was in a sauna panting heavily I looked for signs of my friend who’d I’d always camped with, Ben. He was on the top right side of the hill gazing up at the desolate scenery.
“Amazing how this war can affect so many people,” Ben was a deep and sensitive person and definitely had more character charisma then the typical American soldier. “It just pains me how this world grows weaker everyday and how we once brought prosperity and now death.”
“I too feel this world’s pain everyday.” I stated. Despite having humid conditions, this night was exceptionally cool; it was the perfect time to lie under the stars.

I woke up rubbing my face yawning loudly, I looked up at the sky, it was a light periwinkle color, but usually it was a dark crimson color. I then thrust my blanket and brought myself up. It was early in the morning around 5 o’clock. I could tell by the fact that the sun was still hiding between the protruding mountains and that only me and a few people were up, tired yet still making themselves breakfast. I plodded over to the cargo van where we had a choice between oatmeal, spam and spicy tuna sandwich, I usually took the spam but I felt adventurous this morning so I grabbed a spicy tuna sandwich, I need the extra carbohydrates anyway. As I gobbled my breakfast, a gentle gust of wind blowing against my hair.