Thursday, April 14, 2016


Its the end of the term and we did some ANZAC writing this is mine.


As I sit here and think I wonder how terrifying it would be to be in the war. In summer the sun would blaze straight at them, dust would fly in their eyes blocking their sight with hardly  any water around to drink.

In winter it would be wet and muddy their feet would slowly  rot from the dump, flies would fall drowning them, Lice picking at their  flesh, rats running with their food, even though it wasn’t the best.

Still thinking I’m glad it’s over.

By Nicole.

See you next term. :) :)

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