ANZAC Poem

ANZAC Poem I saw, Turkish soldiers firing death bullets towards me as I ran up the beach, I heard, whistling from the fast bullets, I felt scared and afraid and wanted to run back to the boat, I tasted, the sand that was blown into my mouth from cannon, Explosion next to me, I smelt, rusty red blood from the dead soldiers around me, I wondered if our team was going to win.

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