ANZAC
As we were waiting for the whistle everybody says there last words out of there crusty dry mouths and put all their valuables on their swords and plunge into the sandbags.The whistle is blown everybody climb out of the muddy, dirt and bloody ground to run at the impossible. I ran as fast as I could, all the sweat dripping down my neck, first I was shot in the arm but my adrenaline rush keep in.I was an inch away from the base until i was shot in the head.My body was locked in place no sign of life anywhere in my bloody body.
