My Trench Diary

This is my Trench Dairy, we had to act like the year was 1915 and we landed on Gallipoli 3 days ago. We had to write to our dairy what we could See, Hear, Taste, Smell, Feel, Feel inside and What we were thinking.    

Hope you Enjoy My Writing

WALT describe using our senses

	I have made it three days I have seen such brutal stuff like all of the front line being bombed by a Mortar, I see all the tanks firing away like some sort Machine gun and all of the blood next to what use to be people.
	I hear sighs of relief saying “Phew I’m not Dead’’ and all the tank shells going BANG! CRASH!
	I taste my dry and disgusting saliva and all of the dreadful hard biscuits and rotten jam.
	I can smell all of the XL rat’s feces and all of the smoke from people fring away and stench of bodies rotting Oh and also people have been bombing our trench with poison gas.
	All of the lice scratching away  at my body and I think may have trench foot which could lean to an amputation if I even make it out of here.
	My heart has been broken because my Sweetheart has not wrote back to me. My heart is dead inside because all of my friends either been shot or bombed.
	‘’I wonder when the War will finish’’ ‘’ I wonder when i’ll die’’ ‘’ I wonder when my girl will write back to me''

The work was challenging because sometimes it was hard to think what it would be like to be in war.
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