A Thousand ANZACs And Me
It’s 2 am and I have just got my head around this campaign. I thought that being with my best friend Jamie we had no reason to be frightened. But that all quickly ended. There were a thousand ANZACs and me all crammed into an old boat. Suddenly I heard a big BANG! repeating on and on.
I identified it as a machine gun that the Turkish troops were using against us. I had no hope any more. I knew I was going to die. A thousand rifles and bayonets versus a machine gun that held the high ground. We stood no chance.
I felt a strong pain in my arm. I fell to the bottom of the boat. I had been shot. Was I going to survive? At the edge of my sight I could see my best friend shot in front of me. Blood was leaking from his chest like a waterfall.
A thousand ANZACs and me were no more….
By Jack
I am learning to write an interesting recount.
I am so proud of using descriptive and vivid words in my recount.
It can be tricky to the right adjectives for the right sentence.
My buddy can help me by checking my work.
The next step for me in my learning is to find an interesting topic for me to write about.
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