Trench life in GallipoliDear Mother,Trench life in Gallipoli
As The Last Post plays, I begin to wonder; why haven’t I died yet? Death maybe too good of a privilege for me, or I’m already dead. Nothing compares to what I’m currently dealing with.
Jack… He killed himself. He started loosing it. He was thrashing and clutching his head whilst screaming in antagonizing pain “Make it stop! I don’t want this! I don’t want this!” He beat the crap outta the trench walls until he finally popped his Enfield out and knocked his head off. Nobody knew what the hell was going on, until the gunshot was heard. Hell, even the Turks up top stopped
Digging into GallipoliDear Mother,Digging into Gallipoli
I’m… Not as cheerful as I was in the previous letter. The Turks attacked us as we landed and I had a man die in my hands… I can still feel the flood from his forehead on my hands. This place is so bloody rugged it’s close to impossible to spot any of the Turks up on the hill, let alone shot ‘em. I barely even made it to this god-forsaken trench after being missed by snipers more times then I can count. Jack and myself almost got bloody hit by an artillery shell, and it seemed to rattle him up. He isn’t the same man I had played cricket with Sunday afternoons back home. He just murmurs to
Pre Landing: GallipoliApril 25th 1915 0430 Hours Dear Mother, We are about to land at Gallipoli and fight those dirty Turks. Sergeant Martin says we got about half n hour. Jack is itching to get at em. He says he’s going home a hero and fight the Kaiser in the streets of Berlin. Abit up himself, but I’m glad I’m in the first division of Aussies, these Kiwi’s ain’t got the guts like we do, but we’re stuck with em. Good thing too that we’re landing first, more action for me. I'm gonna blow a hole in the head of the first Turk I see and make sure that they learn their lesson. Make sure you tell CiPre Landing: Gallipoli
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