One sunny evening in South Africa a war had began on Boulder Beach. The American army was fighting against the South Africans. I was with the Americans. It was a terrible day. There was so many people dead or seriously injured. There was blood everywhere.There was kids as young as seven in the South African army and of course we didn’t want to shoot them so we could do nothing. We could see that the kids were scared, they were trembling, some of them were struggling to hold the gun. Then I seen a young kid aiming his gun at one of our men so I had to do it, I had to shoot. He dropped to the ground but I could tell he wasn’t dead so I ran, ran across the battlefield to get to the kid so I could get him some help. When I got to him I could see he had lost a lot of blood so I picked him up and got back to the doctor as quick as I could. But on the way back I was hit in the knee and fell to the ground. So one of my friends came to help me and he called for another soldier to come and help the kid. When we got back to the doctor the kid sadly died and I was bandaged up. The kids funeral was a few days later and I went to pay my respects.