ANZAC Poem

ANZAC Poem I saw Turkish soldiers firing death bullets towards me, as I ran up the beach, I heard rats nibbling at my hard tack. I felt my limbs shaking as I jumped off the boat landing on the sandy beach, I tasted the sand blowing in my mouth as I was taking cover to get ready to shoot. I smelt dirty air growing thicker and thicker, I wondered whether I would survive.

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