Natapong William Collins

972377@henleycol.ac.uk

EXT. THE TRENCHES . MORNING

THE TRENCHES ARE QUIET WITH ONLY THE GHOSTLY WHISTLE OF THE WIND AND THE
SHAKING OF THE BARBED WIRE. THE SOUNDS OF WET MUD VANCAT AS THE SOLDIERS STAY
STILL. PURCHED ON THE TOP OF TH TRENCH, WAITING. A LARGE ROUND OF SHOTS BEGIN
TO FIRE AND ALL OF THE MEN PURCHED ON THE TRENCH. THERE ARE ONLY A FEW SHOTS
BUT ALL THE MEN FALL FROM THEIR POSITIONS AND FROM THEN ON. SOLOMAN WAS
ALONE.

A DOGS BARK ECHOES FROM THE DISTANCE. SOLOMAN LOOKS UP IN UNCERTAINTY.

Soloman:

Hmm (Confused)

Dog:

Barks cutely

SOLOMAN SMILES AND STROKES THE DOG. HE LOOKS AROUND THE TRENCH AND SEES
NOTHING ELSE THE DOG BEGIS TO BARK AT THE SKY AND BOMBS BEGIN TO GO OFF. SO
THEY BEGIN TO RUN. THEY GET OUT AND THEY BEGIN THEIR LONG JOURNEY. THEY WALK
THROUGH DESTROYED TOWNS, EMPTY FIELDS, THEN AS THE WAR BEGINS TO END, THE
FIELDS ARE FILLED WITH POPPYS. THE TOWNS BECOME CITYS AND THE MAN BECOMES
OLDER. THE DOG THEN DISSAPEARS AND IS REPLACED WITH A CHILD AND THEN SLOWLY
BEGINS TO FADE AND HIS CHILD WONDERS THE WORLD ALONE.