ANZAC writing

In Blake's Boat-shed room 21 we did ANZAC writing imagining we were soldiers fighting in World War 1. Here is my ANZAC poem and diary:

1.5.17                ANZAC poem

I hear bombs exploding and people screaming.

I smell the bread and meat that were just brought to our bunker.

I feel frightened and scared.

I wonder when all the noise will stop.

I hear people who are injured groaning.

I smell gunfire that smells like popcorn.

I feel thirsty, but I am trying to avoid the hot water.

I wondered if I would survive the whole time.

                                        ANZAC diary

My spine felt a tingly feeling. I was frightened to leave the bunker but I knew it was my duty.  I hurried out with my sniper close to hand but the peace didn’t last long.

When I woke up I found myself in a ward bed at the nursing hospital. There were nurses rushing all around me. I could hear beeping machines above all of the other ward beds including mine.

Suddenly a nurse came up to me and said, “Oh good, Simon you’re awake. My name is Pippa Smith.”  I said “ Where am I? I have to get out of here and fight for my country until this terrible war ends. Bye, thank you very much Pippa.” I replied as I hurriedly raced out of the uncomfortable, crowded and unfamiliar place. Pippa looked at me confusedly and said “ Woh, woh, woh you are not going anywhere until your leg has healed! And well, you are in the war nursing hospital and of course you are right about fighting in this horrible war for your country, but right now the other New Zealand and Australian soldiers are fighting for your country as well and you’re welcome for saving your life out there.” Pippa said out of breath. As she caught her breath from her speedily quick mini speech I  stared at my leg surprisingly in amazement. Oh, so this was how I ended up here and it explains how I got knocked out as well. I thought.