ANZAC Letter

1915 March 29th

Dear Ma

How is it at home ma? Quiet? Safe? Comfortable? I really hope so because then I have nothing to look forward to at home! Anyway, I hope you've picked a good time to read this ma.

So it was just a windy sail to the beach and already some have gotten used to the sea and only I'm a bit sea sick. To get away from the rocking in my head I slept through the whole thing.

Sunrise came and we marched out onto the beach armed and ready to attack. After we set up our camps and tents we sat on the bay eating our breakfast. Gunshots were heard in the distance. We were under attack. Our boats had already gone and the trenches were dug out. My group thought fast and we went around the enemy to sneak an attack.

The plan was a success and our General was very surprised. Soon after that the soldiers were in place and ready, merged from the grass. The battlefield,  filled with shards and barb wire. The air, filled with the smell of gas and smoke. Gunshots took me out of my imaging session, instantly my sight suddenly went dark brown. My senses had disappeared and I was so scared about war, along with that screaming and shouting were all I heard.

I was up and surprisingly alive. My eyes were too dusty and I was struggling to breath. Screams, shouts and shots blocked my sense of hearing. I finally got all my senses back after a few hours. My gear was given to me while I walked outside to continue the battle. The General was giving everyone orders and he was furious. The sky was grey the field was grey and brown. Everything had gone wrong. My orders were given to me as fast as a bullet. I got to the trenches and our soldiers were too wounded to defend themselves. In the end we stayed in a concrete base with our general. Hopefully you get this letter ma. See you after.

From your loving son

Damien