Kelly's+Descriptive+writing

** Here we are sitting hiding from the bullets escaping from the dangers of the bullets going through you like they punching a hole through some paper thinking if this war is going to end. Having a good talk with mates whats it’s like at home. The ground looks like ANZAC biscuits and smells like dead things, like rabbits, gun powder and sounds like balls dropping down to the ground, not pausing even at night from the guns and cannons.

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