Brad's+Diary+entries

**//__ October 1914 __//** // As stepped on the huge ship to go to Gallipoli I could hear everybody cheering and crying for all the men. I could smell the smoke coming from all of the rusty and old ships. I could feel and taste the murky air going through my nostrils into my lungs and back out again. // // My boots were spit polished nice and shiny all ready to be covered in mud in the war while my uniform had just been washed and ironed by Mum. The feeling of its warmth was such a splendid feeling against my skin. All of my family were in the crowd crying and waving because they though that they would never see me again. All I did was just smile and wave goodbye. // **//__ 21st may 1915 __//** // I got a good night sleep last night. But as I woke up I was as tired as sleeping beauty. As I was getting dressed I saw a huge blood stain on my old battle jersey. Srg gave me a 20ltr container and pointed at a huge hill. By then I new what my objective was. // **//__ 1st June 1915 __//** // We moved our camp to another ridge // **//__ 21st October1915 __//** // As I staggered along the aged deck we just dropped anchor right in the middle of a deadly torpedo nest. // **//__ 15th December 1915 __//** // We moved into the freshly dug trenches and lay watching till morning... // **//__ By Brad Hermsen __//**
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