NARRATIVE: COMMON ASSESSMENT

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I remember waking up in the middle of the field, torn apart by war. It was 1940 in
the middle of France and at approximately 8 A.M it began. The invasion of Paris had
been a great threat to the Allies for a long time, however now it was a reality. I was part
of the 13th Regiment, the group sent to stop Hitlers Army. We were Britains last hope.
As we approached the beach we noticed that it was heavily protected by landmines and
artillery. The German troops were there before we even planned the mission. Somehow
Hitler got news of the push and set up his barricades 2 days before we left.
We tried to push through the defenses but it was useless. They would open fire
and we would lose half of our soldiers. We, as soon as we reached the beach, flipped
the landing boat to its side and hid behind it for cover.
We cannot give up shouted Mitchell weakly, we have to continue even if we
lose most of our men. Mitchell had been shot in the leg while overturning the boat and
was very badly injured. He was losing a lot of blood. It was shocking to see our chief-in-
command to just give up on himself.
Mitchell we wont leave you behind even if we have to carry you up the hill
Connor exclaimed forcefully. He was the vice chief-in-command. I wasnt at a high
ranked position, just a soldier part of the push. We went towards the hill firing at the
fortifications along the beach. We werent losing a lot of men at the start but then the
Artillery fired their guns one by one towards us and we were hopeless. 1,000 men went
down to 100 men in the blink of an eye. I some how managed to push through the fire
and not die. A few others made it to the cave I was in and took shelter from the
bombardment knowing they would have to go over, soon, and face their guns.
We decided to fire and break through their defenses with only 50 men remaining
but were met by even more soldiers. We were soon overpowered and taken away to
Paris where we were trialed by a biased judge. All of us were proven guilty but were
only sentenced to prison. We were then handcuffed, put on a train and sent to Germany
where we were supposed to stay for the next 20 years.
As soon as we arrived in Germany we were taken to meet Hitler at his house. He
decide to send to prison with other criminals to make sure we were extremely
uncomfortable. Afterwards, we were locked up in a car which took us to another train
station and stowed us away on another train. The train ride was roughly 1 hour and
was brutal as we were put in the same carriage as cows. Few hours later, I find myself
in a prison looking out the window at Frankfurt. It was a beautiful city. All of us had
decided we would escape. We were there a few months before we had finally finished
our plan to.
It will be hard to get all these people out at once but I will manage, exclaimed
Conner curiously, how are you going to get out ? We cant just leave you here.
 I have a plan to get out. You guys dont worry. Okay, I said trying to be
confident. I didnt actually have an escape route. My plan was to instruct the Bombers
sent by the British to blow up the prison and most of Frankfurt. This would give the Allies
a huge advantage. Everyday, until the day we initiated our plan, I went to a field. It was
an exquisite field, covered in Daisies and Lilies. I loved flowers because before the war I
was a Botanist, A scientist who studies plants. I went to that field to pray for my family.
My daughter Lily loved flowers, especially Lilies.
The day came when we initiated the plan. As the others got out the tunnel, I
rewired the telephone in the shower to connect me to the British Military Department
(MDA). I requested an air-strike to my position and asked them to fire their weapons
only at the armouries.
The next day, British troops arrived storming into Frankfurt shooting any living
thing they saw, be it civilian or Military. I was horrified at the scene unfolding too quickly.
The whole German Army came down from the capital to fight the British, immediately.
Within moments Frankfurt had fallen and the British had started towards Berlin.
Everything happened too quickly and the next thing I remember was waking up in the
field torn apart by war. Frankfurt was flattened by continuous bombing. This was the
result of war. I felt cold sitting in that field as I laid down on the ground I started to think
about my family. The pain in my Abdomen was unbearable. I slowly closed my eyes
looking at my family.