Personal Narrative-Alex And The German Raid

Boom! Boom! Boom! My house shook. Bombs everywhere as me and my family ducked down from an explosion near my house in London of 1943.
“That was the last one! yelled a man who lived down the street.”
We could finally go out as the German raid was over. I am Alex, 19 years old and this is my journal about my life and the war around me.

Three weeks later...

I am running and running as I look back at my house with my family trying to open the door, and it shatters into a million pieces with them in it. I am knocked to the ground as fire and wood cover my burned face. With a spike-shaped splinter though my arm, I hurriedly rip it out as I scream. Blood flowing as the torn muscle is in pain, I grasp it in horror and start running till my leg
After a few hours, I find what it looks like to be a long mound of dirt with gray fabric covering it. There is also a small hole in the fabric just noticeable. I walked up to it and turned it around to see what was under it. I jumped back in horror to find a dead shot German soldier. I had to put that aside in my mind and keep walking. I could not stop thinking about that mysterious girl with brownish blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes with a smile that lights the world. The way she looks as if the war had been around her for awhile. The first thing that I needed to do was to hunt for something to eat. I loaded my rifle and looked through the sights. Out of luck, a deer walked right into view. Bang! I now have dinner. As I am roasting my deer, I can’t help to notice that the girl who was watching what had happened to me before I went to the concentration camp. I want to find out more about her. Out over nowhere, I hear a branch snap and I turn around. Pick up my rifle and fire it super fast. I find what to see, egg yolk leaking out of the basket which the mysterious girl was holding. She said in a calm voice to put the gun down. I drop the rifle and ask how she found me. She responded and said that when we split up she ended up at a farm and was collecting the chicken eggs for the owners when she saw my fire and got curious. After that, she went to the fire and that is how she found me. I invited her
The next thing I know is that the train starts moving. It moves for three more days and I am crammed in one car with twenty other people who were enlisted. Finally, we arrive at Fort Stewart. I immediately get off the train and walk off to the barrack arrangements. After that, I walk to my barracks and find a bed that will be mine. I unload my stuff and change into a tee-shirt with some baggy green jeans with tears on the knees. At that moment everybody else came in, found their beds, and changed. Then a grumpy drill sergeant came in and screamed at us like the way mom would scream at me after I threw up on the table after our once a week veggie dinner. First, we start off with doing an obstacle course. Running and running I come up to a wall with ropes dangling from the top. I rapidly climb half way and see the guy next to me fall and break his arm. Finally, I get to the top and make my way down. After that, I am at the point where I can jump. The next thing is army crawling through mud with barbed wire above our head. It might seem nasty at first but it is very refreshing from how tired we are. When I came out I saw another guy that had his entire arm cut up from the wire. The last course was swimming across the lake while officers shoot blanks at us to make us experience the sound of war and in the most dangerous situation. By the time that is done, it is time to go to sleep. In the morning an officer plays the