Gallipoli by Jaida

Out my small trench I can see rusty charcoal guns laying across the rocky beach. I see the grave yard were the dead soldiers are buried. Up on the hills are the enemies trenches. I am out of my trench and I can see the blood from the soldiers stretching across the golden rocky beach. I can see up on the hills the Turks waiting for another attack. The boats are arriving with the food and some cards from our families.