The day the war began

It was a sunny day in the biggest city in NZ but just then I could hear thunderous steps coming; the war had started.  I inhale the smoke,dust  from the war. I  can hear family's screaming   for help and looking for their kid’s in the rubble  and smoke.I can taste dirt bouncing up from the ground.I can  feel harsh wind blowing in my face.                    BY  TALI