Monday, 5 June 2017
Ashton's ANZAC Diary
I'm dying I don't think I can make it, I can't last much longer, I can't live like this. None of us can live in the trenches, it is unbearably hard, I can't stand it, I can't survive like this!
The general said he's sending in allies and reinforcements. The enemy are closing in on our radar. I'm scared, all of us are but I'll do this for my country. Most of us have taken a run for it. Just yesterday John went into ‘No Mans Land’ to fetch Bob, the silly boy got himself killed. Same with all the rest that dared to run out of this place (at least you are safe in the trences). Sure the trences stink but dying stinks more. I just hope I can get home to see my newborn son, Liam and and my young daughter Lisa and of course my wife Sarah. Well I'm going over the top of the trenches let's just hope I make it “arrrrrrrrrrrr”.