This week we have had to write a diary about what it would be like to be in ww1.
Dear Mum and Dad
Blimey it’s hot and nasty. Yesterday we went over the top of the trenches to bury our dead. I reckon there more then 1000 soldiers that had died in that attack. Lucky me and my mates made it back I am sick of the bully beef. My mate is in hospital after getting shot in the leg. He said the nurses are like roses. Us blokes are getting those Turks back when we have time