World War Two was hard to fight. Constant fighting. Bullets flying in the air. So far, my friends had been shot. I was alone in the alleys of France. It was like a pebble against a boulder, I was the pebble. I picked up my M1 Garand and shot a few German soldiers in the back. Firing the bullet was easy. Dealing with your conscience is hard. I sat there. I heard some German soldiers shouting to eachother. Was it about me? I started to cry. I knew I was going to die. I pulled out a grenade and took a deep breath. I pulled the pin off the grenade and tossed it to my right. I heard the sound of it rolling against the ground. BOOM.

  After a few minutes I ran to my plane. Or at least where I thought my plane was. I sneaked my eyes around the wall and saw that Germans were sitting in my plane reloading their guns. They were smoking and eating. I flew into France a few hours back, I wasn't used to the time. I decided it was lunchtime so I ran into the factory and sat in a stall. There was no lock, but I dealt with it, I didn't even need the bathroom anyways. I reloading my gun, then ate some Spam™. I was full. I walked to the window and looked down. I saw my friend's body. The German's were approaching his body. I stared hard and strong at the German General until he looked at me. Then I shot him as well as the three German soldiers as his posse. Then I ran, three steps at a time, and I reached my friend's body. He carried a B.A.R., a Browning Automatic Rifle. It weighed 15 pounds. I struggled to pick it up, but then I rested it on my back. I had a B.A.R. and an M1 Carbine. Pretty strong if you ask me. I ran up to a veranda, then I positioned my B.A.R., and shot down an Arado Ar 234 down. It came spiraling down with flamings out of the front eating the rest of the plane. I was positioned well. I shot a soldier down. Then I heard footsteps. I looked around and I saw nothing. I heard a man approach me. I spun around and shot him in his leg, then in his shoulder. Then I threw him into the bakery. 

  The bakery was nice, it had pastries all over the ground. In the back, there was a bottle of kerosine. Don't know why, but it sat there. It was marked saying, Only For Car Use. It makes more sense. I heard German voices from upstairs. I quickly poured kerosine all over the bottom of the stairs, in the spots where the pastries should be. I poured kerosine all over the floor too. The whole place was a living grenade. Then I emptied the rest of the kerosine at the bottom of the stairs. I hurried outside. And lit a cigarette, I didn't smoke it, I hate smoking. The soldier saw me and he aimed a rifle, a Gewehr 41 at me. I waved my hand side to side gesturing 'Goobye' as he was aiming. At the moment I tossed the lit cigarette on the kerosine and ran away. I must've ran too far, or it didn't work because I didn't see the explosion. But then, a huge fireball burst from the roof and the sides. It imploded. The walls flew from all sides. The soldier, who aimed the Gewehr 41 at me, his body flew on fire and landed near me. What a plan.