On the 25 of April 2019 I went to the ANZAC field memorial to remember those who died in the war.
It was early dawn, a cold breeze was whistling across my face. I could see the
glistening sun rising up from the bottom of the sky. It made me feel warm, and just right.
It was early dawn, a cold breeze was whistling across my face. I could see the
glistening sun rising up from the bottom of the sky. It made me feel warm, and just right.
Just then I heard a noisy jet zooming across the sky which brought back memories of the war.
This made me feel proud for supporting my country. But also sad for those who lost their lives.
This made me feel proud for supporting my country. But also sad for those who lost their lives.
Looking across the cold damp field I can see bright red poppies swaying in the grass. It takes me
back to the field when lots of people got killed. As I stand here in my dusty old army uniform
it makes me feel proud about looking after my country and sad for all of my friends who died.
I’m remembering being with the other soldiers, eating crispy sweet ANZAC biscuits.
Thinking about my family and memories of home.
back to the field when lots of people got killed. As I stand here in my dusty old army uniform
it makes me feel proud about looking after my country and sad for all of my friends who died.
I’m remembering being with the other soldiers, eating crispy sweet ANZAC biscuits.
Thinking about my family and memories of home.
Fact: By the time the campaign ended more than 130,000 men had died.
This included more than 8700 Australians and 2779 New Zealanders. It was at Gallipoli.
This included more than 8700 Australians and 2779 New Zealanders. It was at Gallipoli.
