Shrapnel Valley, Gallipoli
29 April 1915
Today I am heart-broken. I wasn’t able to save my best
friend from high school. I was trying to run as fast as I
could to get to him but it was too late, he had already
I am very frightened by the bombs and grenades going
off. I can hear the heavy artillery guns firing and my
mouth goes dry with fear. I can smell the blood of the
soldiers and hear their screams.
I am so relieved I am still alive but I’m still really angry
that my fellow soldiers have either died or been injured
I feel really homesick too. I am desperate for some nice
fresh fruit. I wish this horrifying war would end so we
could all go home.