Creative Writing

My gut is churning with butterflies. I am on the front line and ready to fight.” I was an honour fighting with you,” the captain said with a pound tone in his voice. I muttered to myself,” I wish I could be as brave as he is.”
 “GO!” he yelled at us. I was quite reluctant to walk forward but then it hit me I was fighting for my country. I ran Terrified what my happen to me into the loud gun fire. I felt quite proud to be in this war and I was determined to come back alive.
 All I could see was the shadows of my fellow team mates or what I thought was them some dead and some alive quietly saying to me as I ran “Help me Matthew help me,” I couldn't just leave them there.” I picked up two solders at a time and brought them back to the medic’s not even wanting to look at the horrid gunshot wounds they had. I ran proudly back in to the smoky mist and then I saw the captain lying motionless. My eyes were starting to well up with tears, when he quietly whispered to me I'm okay I've just been shot in the leg. He then said lay down some ones coming, so I did as he said as he is my captain. I lay down motionless trying not to breathe loudly. I see one of the German soldiers walking silently past.