Scott's+Diary+Entry

** Scott Smith **
 * Diary Entry **
 * October 1914 **
 * I am on a boat with a lot of troops gong to Gallipoli. My thoughts were “am I going to live or die?.. I felt a bit sick, but I felt better later. I made a few friends along the way. We now arrived for our training. We marched, crawled and were shooting targets. We didn’t have very nice meals. The time was that day, that day we left for Gallipoli. Our mission was to defeat the Turks and rule their city. I prayed and prayed over and over. Finally we went. **
 * Diary Entry **
 * April 25 1915 **
 * We were woken very early in the morning. 1 am, we had been fed warm meals. We were still preparing for our big trip. We were nervous, very nervous. This mission was tough because we were ruling a city in Turkey. Me and my new mates were tired, but we got used to it. We were exited, but scared. We didn’t know what would happen next. **
 * Diary Entry **
 * April 25 1915 **
 * We were going to land. We were all prepared. Someone shouted “Everyone overboard!” We all dived off with our gear. We swam to shore, all wet and soggy. Everyone hid somewhere. Bullets firing, smoke was around us, we fought our hardest to defeat the Turks. Someone tried to hide next to me. He ran, but then was shot. I pulled him back through the crossfire. I yelled “Medic!” No one came. They were all too busy. I shot a few Turks. We were all still fighting. We shouted to each other. My ears were nearly ringing. I had to fight back. **
 * Diary Entry **
 * May 14 **
 * As we were stuck in the trenches, silent, as the Turks pointed their snipers around to spot any moving creatures just about. If something moved in open space, a bullet will go straight through it. I panicked in my head. “If I went out there, I’ll be gone in a few seconds.” I was worried and nervous. The only thing I could do is sit in the trenches **
 * May 22 **
 * I was very tired. I watched for more than 48 hours. One of my friends only got 4 hours of sleep. He said “I could sleep for 2 days straight”. I knew how he felt. I felt the same way. I watched around with bags under my eyes. I was tired, very, very tired. I was just about on my knees. I was cold too. **
 * Diary Entry **
 * November 6 1915 **
 * In about 1 month, all the survivors, us, would be going home. Me and my mates were friends for a long time. I was thinking about my girlfriend. I thought, “am I going to make it back?”... I thought I was a gonna. We only had one more thing to do, fight the Turks a bit more. They were giving up. They couldn’t hold on much longer. We were winning this battle. We were all ready for action. **
 * December 1 **
 * We were marching around and around the trenches. Then we all stopped. My mate said “why did we stop?” Then all of a sudden, bang bang, bullets whizzing past us, we all ran for cover. Bang, my mate was shot in the leg. I rushed out to get him, I pulled him back. “Medic, medic!” I shouted. A medic came rushing to me. He healed my mate with a bandage. He gave him and me a drink of water. I protected us. I fought back for our country, reloading and killing Turks. We couldn’t handle it anymore. We had to retreat. **