My trench diary

Since it's been Anzac Day we wrote a piece of writing  about what it would be like in the trenches of W.W.1

	blood , rats , bullets , fire ,  no man's land  dead trees , bodies.
	gunshots, soldiers screaming in pain, i hear sounds of rats and soldiers itching because of lice and ticks, coughing.
	I tastes old stale biscuits , slimy meat, jam and rat infested soup,none purified water.
	I smell mud, gun powder, the smell of mice, smoke .
	I feel my gun betty ,some homemade bombs, a card from olly , my gas masks.
	I feel fear running through my veins , my blood getting cuddling up my heart racing.
	This might be my last time writing in this journal .

this work was hard because we didn't know what it would actually be like in the trenches

feel free to comment k bye 🐹🐹.