Gallipoli by John

From my cramped trench I can see flaming blood streaked across the sandy beach. The rocky hills are chocolate brown and are covered in deadly shrapnel. It is extremely squished in our cold muddy trench. The graveyard is heartbreaking and a few poppies are starting to sprout. Biscuit crumbs are scattered across wet dirt. More and more battle ships are coming to Gallipoli and giving us food and water. I am terrified because tonight I have to stay up all night and keep on guard.