my memoirs

My Great Grandad in WW2

Me and my nana and my great grandad we were all sitting in the lounge and then I started envisioning  my great grandad being in World War 2 being a sniper dodging bullets and stuff then I thought of something which is unusual for me do  you guys and girls  think of stuff?.

Enough of that nonsense I learnt that form my teacher and also sit down stop talking. Enough of that while I was envisioning stuff I thought why not just ask him. And when there was silence in the room i'm trying to make it as epic as I can so I get more credit but yeah. And stuff come out of my mouth its what you call words and then I said what was it like in world war 2. And then my great grandad said I got a funny one I think.

But he was 96 at the time so I can’t really blame him. So the story stuff of um mumble mumble 96 year old *cough cough* then back to the story. Just to let you I don't think mentioned this but  he's 96 and I think that I'm doing much more thinking in this probably more than I do at school um *cough cough* so back to it here we go.

There I was aka my great grandad in ww2 and I was placed in Solomon Island we had bunkers tents set up it was pretty. Then I said was it scary no not really  i’m brave. Then I said did you kill anyone or where you going to NO there were trying to kill me. Then me and my nana were cracking up laughing. Then he started talking then he said the chief of the base said you need to go to bed now you need your rest tomorrow for war. Then we went to bed we slept till the morning. Then I said ofcourse you sort of go to bed till the morning but then I quickly shut my mouth because I don't want to get a clip around the ear.

Then he started again  and I went really again this writer isn’t very good um excuse me. Any ways he woke he went get his bullets from under his bed and maybe some smokes is well  and then he opened up then it had moths and spiders and eggs of some sort. In the cigarette box and hes bullet box. I guess I learnt not to smoke and not to leave stuff  under my bed when I go camping

By Corbin Bugler rest in peace great grandad