Sunday, June 21, 2015
Thursday, April 30, 2015
letter to my famaly
Dear family
The trenches are muddy and sticky.The shells fire night and day the shells sound like this bang boom ting ting boom! It is always cold and wet.The soldiers had stew every day in the mess tin and the rats crawl on No mans land.The poppies grow on the battle port I have to stop writing to fight Gallipoli from Antony
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