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my history paper (not completed)
I havent completed it yet:
its about writing a letter to your loved back in AUstralia, as if you went to war in Gallipoli. Add any ideas, or corrections, thanks.
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Dear Abigail,
How is everyone back home? I miss you all so much. I ache for your flesh, and the thought of your generous bosom bouncing as you run toward me when I return makes this ordeal all the more arduous. So has George started walking yet? I am having a hard time here and I hope to get back to you as soon as possible. There have been so many deaths; I fear that I may be next.
The day we set sail for Gallipoli was the worst day of my life. I was heartbroken that I would not be seeing you for many years, maybe never again. The ships which took us across to Gallipoli were dirty and had a horrendous stench. The journey to Gallipoli was as boring as watching the mating ritual of a koala. When we finally reached the shores of Gallipoli, all my mates and I rushed towards the cliff, holding our guns tightly ready to fire at the enemies. However, we did not expect to be bombarded with gunfire. They had already set up a detachment of machine-gunners and grenadiers along the top of a cliff at Gallipoli. Pillboxes came alive with gunfire as soon as we were in range. It was horrible, like cattle plodding into the slaughter house. I was lucky, because I found a large boulder to hide behind. The next moments I saw were the most horrifying and gruesome things ever. I was so shocked; everything flicked by so slowly. As my mates tried to clamber for safety behind some boulders, they were shot in the shoulders and their chests. And from that moment on, I knew that my life was changed forever. I stayed behind that boulder for nearly 8 hours, and I thank God for it, for it definitely saved my life.
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