Johnny ran up the hill with rifle and bayonet at hand charging towards a foe whom killed his country men. Ten and nine summers old shy of twenty, Johnny was too young. But the little boy soon became a man in the battlefield he love so much. A sharp pinch burned his chest he was hit and didn't know.... Sign in to see full entry.
LITTLE JOHNNY
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