Shrapnel Valley, Gallipoli
15 May 1915
The gunshots are getting louder and louder. Rescuing the
injured and wounded soldiers is getting harder and harder.
Duffy and I have made about 65 journeys up the hills to help
the wounded soldiers in the last week.
The ANZAC’s have been doing great but unfortunately
thousands of casualties have died. 5 of my old school friends
were close to death but they have survived and got taken on
the boat to Lemnos Island where the Australians have made a
hospital for the injured soldiers.
The food is so bland you can barely taste it! In the night you
can hear the cries for help everywhere and it always smells
like gun smoke. When Duffy and I go to see if there are
wounded we climb the razorback ridges and watch the fighting
in the gullies.
I always feel homesick which makes me cry every night
because I miss my family so much. I ask myself “when will
this wretched war end?”