From the Journal of Jack Simpson
Today I am happy because I saved a lot of wounded and
I survived the difficult walk up to the battle front. I
saved 14 people but one man didn’t make it. He got
killed by a grenade when he was about to throw it back
but it exploded. It was horrible because he was my best
Earlier a bullet whistled past my head and I smelt gun
smoke in the air. The soldiers are fighting at the battle
front and there is dry blood everywhere. I could hear
screaming when the men got shot.
I wish I could go home to sleep in my comfy bed away
from this awful war.