Both teams

Set and Ready,

Determined to win.

FWEET!

The Whistle Sounds,

And The Game of Dodgeball,

HAS BEGUN.

R

U

N

N

I

N

G

D

O

W

N

The

    Beaches

                Of

                    Normandy.

You are sweating,

Fighting for your

       LIFE.

Allies going D

       O

       W

       N

Faster than the time when it flies.

“Get him out!” your classmate shouts.

“Just one more!” another classmate says.

Balls are being T H R O W N

ACROSS THE GYM

TARGETING YOU.

YOU

DODGE

THE

BALLS

AS

THEY

WHIZZ

BY

Like Bullets in

The MATRIX.

More Balls ZOOM ACROSS

The Gym.

BANG!

Go the Guns.

You DIVE BEHIND a pile of sandbags,

Your only SOURCE of COVER.

You look around.

Only the Bloody

Ground of Dead

Allies,

surrounds you.

You’re Startled,

Trembling,

         BUT

 STILL    IN

             ONE

           PIECE.

Time to Redeem yourself.

Your Squad is

D

O

W

N.

And Out.

You ARE your ONLY

HOPE.

If your side is going to WIN

This Battle,

A Miracle is going to be needed.

You get UP.

G

        R

        A

B

THE

GUN.

Your foes approach you,

Adrenaline

 F

   L

 O

W

S

Through your veins

As you Sneak by and,

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Your FOES

Are OUT.

With the single THROW

Of a Dodgeball.

You’re Exhausted.

Gasping for air

After the Bloody Mess

Made in front of you.

Wondering

How the heck you’re still alive

After ALL that has happened.

ALL the times you could’ve

DIED.

You brush yourself off

From all the Dirt.

To Rendezvous

With your side

Your classmates may love you for WINNING The Battle,

But now your side must WIN THE WAR.