In class for the past few weeks we have been learning about ANZAC day and this is what is my writing that we have done over the past week. we have been writing about to the unknown soldier that is in the tomb at Wellington and we have asked questions, and wrote what we found out. This is my writing
To the unknown soldier
As I write this letter to you, I am thinking of how we are safe here in our class safe, warm, chatting and away from war. I am writing to you because I want you to know that you are still remembered. I would like to share my thoughts with you and ask questions about what it was like.
Did you think that you were going on an adventure, were you exited? Did you have any relatives overseas, and did you think that you could see them again? Did you have any loving family and was it very hard for you to leave them? I know that I couldn't leave my family
I cannot imagine What was it like to hear the deafening roar of the guns and the cannons?Bang. Was it a surprise for you when you thought you were going to France but you were going to a dry, hot and horrible place with layers upon layers of hot and crumbly and dry sand.
How did you feel when the army told you to shoot any of the turkish army when you had the chance to as well as stab them and murder? How did you feel when you heard the scream of the wounded soldiers and saw the dead that had littered the ground?
As I close my eyes I can’t think of all of the blood stained rocks ,dirt and barbed wire destroyed and stained with blood. As well as the massive holes that had been created by the artillery being fired.
It must have been like hell over there with all the deafening roars of the artillery and gunshots. Blood and bodies everywhere. Smelling the horrible stench of the trenches. With the rats scuttling through out the trenches.
how did you feel when you put on your uniform for the last time at Gallipoli proud to serve your country? or scared that you might fall in battle and never see your family again? Goodbye.
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