For our homework Room 10 had to choose 4 tasks from a grid. Everything was to do with ANZAC and one that I chose was to write a diary entry for April 25th 1915. You are a soldier, who three days ago landed at Gallipoli. It is evening and you are still alive; a small miracle. You pull out your diary and stub of a pencil and start to write…
Day 1 1915 April 25th
It’s only the first day of the real war and already it’s only me and brother left from our friends. The sun is setting, beautiful against the shimmering water. The beach is scattered with dead men and the sea is a dark red. I’ve been shot twice, in my leg and my shoulder. A doctor has already treated me and says I can go on. But after what I have seen… I don’t really want to. The gun shots are like mind tricks you think they’re going to hit you but you're the lucky one and they miss.
No one had seen the Turks in their purchase high up on the hill side. They were blended in with the hill side. We arrived early at around 5:45 in the morning. My mates and I were lucky we weren’t on the first ships but we know what happened to the ones that were. Some shot even before they touched the water. We all thought that everything would be great. But we didn’t expect this! No not one of us did. But I’m not entirely sure what we did expect. My Brothers with me, writing his diary beside me. I’ve kept on having weird flashbacks of home. I signed up only at the age of 15. There are hundreds of bodies scattered over the beach. My stomach has turned over and we’re all gagging for air, from the smell of dead bodies. The flies are everywhere it’s horrible! We’re the lucky ones. It’s going to be hard to claim the land and I feel like we’ve already lost.
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