A War within (Combination Of War Stories)

Anzac

ANZAC Story - Will I?

This story is about a boy, who is excited to fight in the war. Yet little did he know that once he would get there, it would be nothing like he originally  expected

Richard's point of view
It was a hot day in the summer of 1916. Around that time, my friends were getting letters asking for assistance in the Anzac war. My brother had already left 3 months ago, and I couldn't wait to see him again. I'd join him in battle and we would fight till victory. We would be considered as hero's.

When the war first started, I was around 16 years of age, but still too young to be fighting for my country. So instead, I was stuck standing in cow dung, and rounding up the sheep into different paddocks. "Son, come look! There is a letter for you." My dad called, snapping me out of my deep thoughts.

I ran towards the house, excited to hear the news. Was I leaving? Would I really be an Anzac soldier? When I walked into the kitchen, my mum was in tears and my dad was comforting her. "mum?  Dad? What's going on? " I asked while  confusion was written all over my eyes.

"Son,  you'd  better come read this" My father replied with a shaking voice. I walked over to the table and started to read through the letter in front of me

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Do I really get to fight in the war? Was I  going to see my brother again? But the question I wanted to be answered the most, was why did I have to leave tomorrow?

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The morning of the day had finally come, I was so excited for the journey ahead. My mother and father waved me sorrowful goodbyes, and the ship set sail over the harbour.

While on the boat, we told stories, played games with cards, and just talked about what war would be like.

The anticipation of the war was unbearable. Most of the soldiers here were so excited and couldn't wait for the upcoming war.

The time had come, and we finally landed in gallipoli. It was time to go to war and personally I was very excited. We lined up in rows and marched out of the ship, one by one.

We walked up a hill, and over the other side were these  small, deep, and long  trenches. Finally, we made it, and climbed down. While I slid down, I could hear gunshots ringing louder than sirens. I looked up, using a periscope  and saw the land in front of me. Body's scattered around, like pawns in a game of war. The stench was unbearable and smelt disgusting. Flies hung around in clans of 5-10 on every wall around us. I then wondered, is this what war is really like?

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It's been three days since I arrived and this wasn't just  a nightmare that you would wake up from the next morning . No,  this has been pure torture. Every friend I made either got shot, died, or got shipped somewhere else. Many people in the trenches keep talking about how today there might be a run in . I don't know what they mean by a run in,  but we might be ambushing  their base. That's if we can get there in time

"Listen up" the corporal started, "I need everyone in rows and get ready to run for it" I lined up 3rd row from the first. The corporal started to get all the rows running.

Soon enough, it was our turn. "GO GO GO" the Sergeant screamed.

I ran, the wind howling around me.
Bang, the person next to me fell. Bang, another fell, and another. The machine guns were deathly, and with one pull of the trigger you could control someone's life. The decision of weather you'd live or not, placed  the hands of the opposition. Bang, another shot, but this time it was heading towards me.

Suddenly, I feel a splitting pain, ripping through the calf of my leg. I fall down, breathing heavily. Could this be it? I look towards my left and my eyes widen in shock. My once lively, happy, and carefree brother, was laying frozen with a hideous bullet  engraved in his chest.
Immediately, I paled. How could I be so blind? So oblivious to what the war around me was really like.

A new emotion emerged. A sense of rage and desire for revenge  Although, even with my shot leg, i stood up and sprinted. Never looking back.

"Bang"

I'm doing this for my brother and family, so I continue on.

"Bang"

I'm doing this for my country, so I don't stop running.

"Bang"

I'm doing this for myself.

Suddenly, I collapsed with three new bullet wounds, unable to continue on. I've run the furthest out of the three runs, close to the enemy trenches.

I let out a blood curling scream, for all to hear. My breath hitches.  Behind me lay the bodies of my  fellow soldiers.

Blood covered my hand. Was this where I was going to die? In a field of bodies? Was I only going to be remembered as a sacrifice for the greater good of the country?

No. I was going to be remembered as a hero. An Anzac hero.

I felt the blood filling up my lungs, so I took my last breath  and stared at the dark gray sky. Maybe it was only gray because of my vision....  But I guess I'll never really find out then,

Will I?

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While writing this I got shivers, I really enjoyed it. My inspiration was the movie we watched ( April the 25th ) Also the first 7 paragraphs were written while walking home from school, so im sorry of it's not the best