In the Trenches

a collection of Gallipoli thoughts from Room 1

The sunlight poured down on my face as I climbed the rickety ladder. I could hear gunfire and the loud moans of people dying.

Every gun fire I heard made my hands tremble in fear. As I made my way up I began to panic-“it’s now or never!” I whispered to myself. By Alice

 

 

The air was musty and shells poured out of the sky like hail. Another blood-stained body was heaved into the filthy tent. My hands were stained and the nerve shattering moans echoed in my ears. I desperately bandaged wounded men, heaving them onto rafts to take to the hospital ships in the cove below.

Kiara

 

 

My fingers traced along the cuts on my gun as the foul

smell of bully beef filled the air.

I was excited and energetic yet scared and timid.

We scrambled up the ladders as the hard, metal bullets echoed

when they bolted into our helmets.

Henry