Descriptive essay

“GRENADE! GET DOWN!” I dived down and hugged the shrapnel-ridden floor for dear life. I ignored the sudden searing pain in my right arm and the gunpowder-tasting soil in my mouth and hoped with whatever hope I had left that the frag did not roll near me. “BOOM” the thundering and unnervingly familiar explosion from 15 arm’s length away from me shook the ground from where I lay. Soil and earth sprayed in all directions. A soldier that the grenade hit was flung metres from where he lay. Getting up, I rushed to where he lay deathly still. Poor kid, no more than 24. His face was one I will never forget. His face was bloody and cracked with wounds; his glazed eyes stared over my shoulder, nothing but shock in it. He was dead. Suddenly, I shot ringed past my ear. Jostled to my senses, I could only tear my eyes away from him and charged towards the enemy….