My ANZAC Story
Time to go to war my sergeant yelled into my ear. We were on the boat to Gallipoli. We’re nearly there my brother said. I saw a bullet shot pass my head and into Jack. Looks like Jacks dead I said. We landed on the beach me and my brother jumped out of the boat. We ran up the beach I saw Death bullets shooting people down. I smelt blood pour off my friends. I heard my brother yell... He got shot. i shed a dreadful tear as my brother slowly died. My brother said I regret going to war I whispered so do I. eventually we won the war. The revolting terrifying rats ate the dead corpses as maggots crawled out of their mouths I learnt that war is a bad thing and I never joined it again.
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