Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 169

3 years later,
After the war the smoke of gunpowder split everywhere, The stench of the dead body are all over the trenches. I
lie underneath the trenches repeating the same reaction over and over again ,lie down, rollover and hide under the
crater. The stench of dead body let me wake from the night maries again but this time, is for real. i put my guns
ready and the running position ready, the trumpet start the sound I said to myself after the trumpet sound over run
as fast as I can kill all the Japanese ! but the thing start to go the opposite way of how I think, my legs star shaking
and my body is under my control. the captain point at using his gun and I finally scared by the war by the Japanese.
I’m a deserter, a loser.
夜上海，夜上海 the back track still in my head over and over again, maybe that’s my destining like what others
been say on my dad ‘s funeral. I think this is the end of my story is time for me to die for my behavior and my own
choice.
夜上海 ，夜上海………….