Trench Diary

MY TRENCH DIARY

WALT describe using our senses

	I can see gun,shells it is so horrible.I can see Rats the size of cats and the rats eat all of our food it’s just so horrible. I can see the dark air all of the barbed wire and mud in no man's land. And the dark clouds.
	I can not hear anything because the guns are deafening are making noises so I can hardly hear anything but I can the voices of the men that are in so much pain.
	I can taste mold and dirt from the biscuits and cakes that have been sent to me and the food that the army prepared for us taste not that bad but I still hate it.
	I can smell the mud and blood. The is like being in gas but it is not killing you. I can smell the gunpowder.  I Can smell all of the moldy food as the rats eat it.
	I can feel my rifle as I grip in my hands. It feels so smooth and as I grip my pen I still can't believe that there is still ink in it.
	The only thing that I like is the fact that I can see my friends but I like nothing else because it's just so bad here I regret coming here.
	I am thinking of home where it is so  wonderful and peaceful. But here it's just the apposite

This Is my trench diary.
We did this because it was near ANZAC day.
We had to make our self feel like we were at war it was not that hard.
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