ANZAC WRITING

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

friend.

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.

By Ryder