A letter from Gallipoli
Dear brother
There are many soldiers who are dying in war.
We were needing help and food to eat.
At night I listen to the bombing sounds of guns.
The thundering noises of gun’s kept on going for the rest of the night.
I was safe from my enemies in the trenches and that’s where I hide.
In the morning I could smell the rotten food and it was horrible.
Then a couple of bombs blasted near me. I am petrified.
so me and the soldiers sniped most of the enemies down.Then killed the rest.I was happy.
Then I proudly said victory is ours!
From Neelansh
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