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Friday, May 8, 2015

From the Journal of Jack Simpson
23 May 1915

Shrapnel Valley, Gallipoli

Today was awful.  I found one of my friends badly injured in the

bush. I took him to the hospital tent down on the beach on a

stretcher.  I wish he had lived but he died on the way because he

had been shot in the chest.

Every 5 minutes I am tending to another soldier.  I am so relieved

that I have a donkey called Duffy to help me with all the injured

soldiers.  I love helping them but it makes me sad seeing them in pain.

At night I cry to myself wishing I was home.  I do not like finding

people dead because I know how upset their families will be.  I am

getting sick of sleeping on the ground and wish I was in my warm

bed at home.  I also wish I could be eating the fresh fruit I usually eat.

 I do not like the sound of bombs crashing into the dry crusty

ground.  I feel unsafe here at war.  I hope I don’t get shot by a

sniper because I know that they also shoot the medical people.  I

keep coughing and it’s getting annoying.  I am always thirsty and I

can’t have a big drink because we have to bring water in off the ships.

The best part of today was not getting shot by accident.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

welcome post

Welcome to my blog for 2015.This year I will be sharing my learning with you.