Right now we are in our boat sailing to Gallipoli to fight the Turkish. Now we are in are trench ready to start fighting and bombing everyone.All i can see around me is people getting shot people getting bombed and getting illness's .I can even here the larks crying above me .I am really dirty and my best friend just got blone up by the Turkish soldiers .
By katelynn
Thursday 14 May 2015
Monday 4 May 2015
My flander's field poem
In Flanders Field the poppies blow through the wind row on row they mark our cross and the sky like the war was once upon a time .
We hear the larks singing in the tree's above the shooting gun's .
By katelynn ford
We hear the larks singing in the tree's above the shooting gun's .
By katelynn ford
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