Tuesday, 15 April 2014
ANZAC Story
When I’m getting off the boat I see my buddy gets shot by a roaring
I see a sandy huge hill, my sergeant said run up that hill with gunny, gun, gun.
I hear soldiers saying ‘HELP, HELP’ because they got shot by a cannon or a gun. I feel shattered bones when I am sprinting for my life.
“BANG, BANG!” I fire a bullet at a Turkish frustrated man.
I taste smokey air in my watery, salty mouth.
I smelt blood and see soldiers down on the sandy beach.
Smokey air getting thicker and thicker.
I think to myself am I going to make it or not?
Now the war is finished.
We eat stale biscuits.
I write a wonderful letter to my family.
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