after an excessive eight weeks of training it was ove and we were going to war,
we were carted of in trains,
it was a long time before we got there,
but when we did it was horrible the first thing we saw was dark sky men lying motionless on the ground,
horses trying to get away but being driven on by their master.
we were tacked up ,
soldiers jumping onto our backs and galloping us into the land of death,
my master was whipping me so much my back had marks on it by the end o one day.
two weeks later i was in war and me and my master were galloping towards another man,
the next thing i heard was a bang and searing pain ran up my leg,
i fell,
my master leapt off and just left me.
i looked at my leg,
blood was pouring out of it,
i manadged to limp away back to where we were being kept and a soldier looked afeter me,
after another 2 weeks my wound was healed but i was not fit enough to go to war,
so along with another 11 horses i was set free,
we made our own heard and started our new lives once again.
