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.