War Horse Diary Entry Analysis
Bailey Sims, War Horse Diary Entry. Perspective from Joey the horse.
It was cold and wet as she collapsed into the mud. I did not know her, but the black steed had become a friend. She was dying, I could hear it in her wailing cries. Perhaps I was dying too. It seemed that way, my limbs were growing weaker as the days went on.
The thing that had led us here, into this muddy patch beneath a bridge. The man, seemed sorrowful of her passing, he tried to make me leave. He told me to run, to escape from this muddy pit of blood and gore.
I did not leave her, not until I heard the screeching of steel and smelt the fumes of a creature I had never before seen. It clanked and rattled as if it were in pain. It moved towards me, a beast of great power.
It was cold and wet as she collapsed into the mud. I did not know her, but the black steed had become a friend. She was dying, I could hear it in her wailing cries. Perhaps I was dying too. It seemed that way, my limbs were growing weaker as the days went on.
The thing that had led us here, into this muddy patch beneath a bridge. The man, seemed sorrowful of her passing, he tried to make me leave. He told me to run, to escape from this muddy pit of blood and gore.
I did not leave her, not until I heard the screeching of steel and smelt the fumes of a creature I had never before seen. It clanked and rattled as if it were in pain. It moved towards me, a beast of great power.