Symbolism

    During World War 1, there was an eighteen-year-old named Goerge, who was drafted into the military. Goerge was eager and excited, as any British lad should be, to make a name for himself. He was stationed in the 501st battalion along with his friend Josh. The 501st  did not receive much action though, they spent their days aimlessly marching and shooting at distant targets. Every night, for one single year, Goerge and Josh sat around the campfire, telling each other what they would do come time for an attack. Across Europe, the Allied forces were being pushed back and lost many men. Then the day came when they were called into action. Men gathered their gear. George tied a small handkerchief around the hilt of his gun.
     Wizz! The soldier only feet from Goerge fell to the ground. Goerge looked around, he could hear only muffled shouting. He stopped. Time stopped. Josh pulled him behind a moss-covered rock, and the fighting resumed. Goerge looked for his commander, but there was only an empty horse. He wanted to leave, to run. Then, in the face of despair, Goerge saw his families handkerchief. Suddenly, his soul was filled with courage. He rose from behind cover and plunged forward into the thicket of the battle.

Symbolism: The handkerchief symbolizes courage.