Gallipoli Moment

• Lewis Murray, Grade 4
• Short Story
• 2015

Cold water flows all over me as I sprint to the shore. All of a sudden, the sound of bullets is in the air. My fellow soldiers fall as I waded to the shore. Now on shore, shells are being lobed down. I climbed up the hill and start digging trenches and dug outs to protect my fellow soldiers and I. Hiding from the Turks, shooting the opposite way to them. This was well unexpected. We all thought we were going to take the Peninsula easily. Dirt is crumbling everywhere around us. It is such an unforgiving terrain. Diesease and hunger spreads through the trenchs. The flashes of light blind us. The blood curdling screams rattle my brain. The rats feast on my fellow dead comrades. Limbs of men are everywhere. Blood covers the Turkish soil. This is Hell.