Alistair's+Descriptive+writing

The old War beaten cannon is almost hidden by the thick bushes and trees. The steel wheel can be seen through the clearing in the bushes. While two soldiers push the cannon into the hiding place, another two soldiers carry some big bullets for the strong cannon. Behind all the soldiers there is a hard wall but it is still crumbling. The stony ground makes moving the cannon nearly impossible, but with a lot of strength, the job is done. A machine gun leans up against a rock. The stink of gunpowder is starting to get on my nerves. One of the soldiers carrying the bullets has a necklace, which I made for him; it is made out of an old bullet shell and a bit of thin chain. My pants are still soaked with water from yesterday when I had to go and get some fresh water, I had a cold, refreshing swim.

Alistair