Erik 

                               P.O.W

                                                                (Prisoner Of War)

                                                                By:  Erik 

          “BOOM!  BOOM!  I woke with a start.  Tents around ours were being blown up in a mad fury of bombs being dropped by the Iraqi Air Force.  I dashed out of my tent and saw fires all around us.  Then, in the smoke I saw Iraqi shock troopers.  I looked back to get my M16 and the tent exploded.  I grabbed my M20 pistol and rapidly fired at the Iraqi shock troopers.  Then suddenly I was hit in the head with the butt of a M16.  Thud, in a deafening smash, my head hit the ground. I was knocked out.

            I woke up strapped to metal seat in a helicopter.  There were men in the cockpit talking rapidly in Arabic.  It seemed as though I was their prisoner going to a far away island owned by Iraqi forces.  The helicopter landed.  Men with M16’s came and threw me into a stone jail cell with a skeleton in it with bones bleached  from the sun.  I could easily pick the lock and escape.

            Just when I was going to pick the lock, I heard a noise as loud as a stampede.  I saw Sadam Husain round the corner.  He had thousands of guards protecting him.  I knew that he knew that I knew about the USAF’s new weapon.  First he asked about it.  I would not tell him!  Then he ordered me to tell him.  I still held my ground!  Then he pounded me into my ground and left with his thousands of guards.  Night fell around me and I started getting ready for escape.  I pulled my Swiss Army Knife out of my pocket.  I stuck the smallest blade into the lock and started twisting the blade and turning it.  The lock clicked and burst open and the door flew back.  I ran out and grabbed a sub machine gun and grabbed a box of grenades.  I ran to the edge of a forest and saw a helicopter.  I jumped into the helicopter and started the engine.  I took off and flew into the forest.  I saw a little clearing big enough for a helicopter to land in.  In the helicopter I found some food, water, paper, and a pen.  This gave me an idea!  If I could destroy the anti-aircraft gun I could escape!  I constructed a plan to kill someone and steal his uniform.  Then I could march into the base camp where the anti-aircraft gun is and throw grenades at it. 

            The next day dawned and I was ready to put my plan into action.  I gathered some grenades and got the sub machine gun and moved to the edge off the forest.  I saw a guy pacing in front of the door.  I took aim and shot him.  I ran over to where he was and dragged him into the forest.  I put his uniform on and walked to where I saw the anti-aircraft gun.  I took a grenade out and ran near the anti-aircraft gun.  I threw it at the anti-aircraft gun and there was a mild explosion.  The anti-aircraft gun burst into flames.  Then I rapidly fired the sub machine gun and killed some men that were running at me to capture me again.  I ran to the clearing where the helicopter was landed.  I climbed in and took off.  I flew away with bullets clinking off the metal.  The were still trying to shoot me down!  Then when I was going over the Atlantic Ocean, I saw 8 F-16s coming over the horizon.  They where shooting at me.  Suddenly my wing blew off and the engine blew up and the helicopter blew into oblivion. 

             On my tombstone it says:  “I’ve seen lots o' fights, to win, you gotta bash hard and not get bashed back!

            “This class, is the story of Scotty Forceman.”  Said the teacher.