Tuesday, 20 June 2017

Patrick's ANZAC Diary

Monday 17th September

Day 12, 2:32pm 1917

Dear Diary,

Our newly dug trenches have just been breached by the enemy’s heavy artillery. We are currently trying to barricade and reinforce our command post entrances. The enemies are also trying to raid us with their infantry and bombard us with a plethora of mortars. Unfortunately we are losing this war. Our food supplies are decreasing very quickly and more soldiers are getting infected with trench foot.

Wednesday 19th September

Day 14, 1:06am 1917

Dear Diary,

Our Commander has spoken and we are about to do an attack and we have to cross ‘no-man’s-land’, all of us are hoping that we can break through the enemy’s frontline defense. “Attacking in 10 seconds men!” Shouted the commander, I loaded my trusty rifle full with bullets and told myself that it was going to be okay. “Chaarge!” shouted the commander with glory. All of us charged toward the enemy trenches, in them we could see many soldiers firing bullets at us, around me I could see soldiers falling. I quickly stabbed someone in the head and kept running. Just as I was about to stab another person, a soldier hiding in a trench beneath me, slashed his bayonet at my hand and my rifle fell to the ground...

Thursday 20th September

Day 15, 7:36pm 1917

Dear Diary,

I am EXTREMELY lucky to be saved by one of the soldiers, though my hand has been sliced off. It has been bandaged and I can see the blood seeping through it. Fortunately, it was my left hand that had been cut off and I’m right handed, right now I have been called off by our commander and I don’t have to fight (I can’t even hold a rifle.) Hopefully, I’ll be able to see my family once more.

Friday 21st September
Day 16, 4:56pm 1917

Dear Diary,

The tables have turned, we have finally broke through the enemy’s front line defense and raided their command post! All enemy recruits have perished from our howitzers and we are currently making our way back to our home-land and planning to have a massive victory celebration. Many of our troops died but in the end it was every man for himself, I didn’t have the courage to go out
and save the helpless soldiers.

By Patrick

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