1)The wrinkled old man had unkempt white hair, a overgrown, unshaven beard and moustache and reeks of blood, sweat and dirt as if he had been living in trash for a few years. His lips were as dry as sawdust, as if having walked in a desert for a few years. His eyes were filled with innocence like one of a child's, as if he wants the war to stop and have peace and it would instantly melt away anyone's hatred. He also looks very pitiful and sad as a victim of war, probably after seeing the effects of war.
2)A day in the life of WWII
Today, I heard that Singapore had surrendered to the Japanese. At this moment I knew that everything would never be the same again. My neighbours and I were taken to a trial, I was not suspected but some of my neighbours were not so lucky and I never saw them ever since. Our remaining crops which we had put in months of blood and sweat to grow where also taken away, probably for rations. Furthermore, I was starving from not eating food for 5 days straight, but despite just getting our rations, I was still hungry as they were meager. I know that I have to save up rations if I was going to survive. As I walked around the streets, I saw Japanese soldiers patrolling around, some even bullied the citizens and injured them." Why must war break out?" I questioned myself and wondered why people cannot be contented with what they have and want more. Is war really worth those things?
