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August 10th, 2004
Its hit me it is world war 3 look look it’s a bomber plane taking off woh!! “scary” said my brother “wicked” I said
come on lets see if mum and dad are okay oh no dad is not there lets see if he is out the front oh no he must have gone to help fight come on I can sort of drive we hop in the car and go very jerky in the car as I can’t drive very well I’m very scared about having a car crash but not that worried because there are no other cars on the road I think they are at homes or in cover of bombs or gun shots it is not very safe for me and my brother to drive especially cause we are in the farm buggy with no windows or doors or seatbelts we are kinda standing kind of sitting I’m standing on the accelerator but trying to not go to fast we come to a bridge and I slow down heap instead of 123km an hour we go 12 km an hour. We get across and finally arrive at the airport we see mum and dad in a f1 11 bomber plane mum and dad have large vests on and mum has bullets and a huge gun I never thought mum would touch a gun ever apart from killing roo’s on the farm mum just takes a lazy shot then a bomb fell and hit the plane and us we saw each other in heaven but regretted what we did
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