A letter from Gallipoli
27 April.1918
27 April.1918
Dear Mum,
Here in Gallipoli there are lots of soldiers being killed by the enemy.
I’m starting to get use to all the loud disturbing noises of guns,
rifles and falling bombs. Thousands of soldiers die every day, you would not be
able to count every person that gets shot. Terrible wounds have affected almost
every body. Lots of soldiers have come to fight but will never return home.
Some generous people have sent Anzac biscuits and other delicious foods from back home
to keep our spirits up.
The bombs are constantly falling to the ground. Everyone tries to take cover but in every
nick and cranny there is a soldier already. Here in the trench I can hear guns louder
than a giant building toppling over, bombs fall and shake the earth like a massive tree
crashing to the ground. We soldiers can barely see the enemy snipers from far away and
always have to be cautious.
I hope you are safe and healthy at home.
I’m starting to get use to all the loud disturbing noises of guns,
rifles and falling bombs. Thousands of soldiers die every day, you would not be
able to count every person that gets shot. Terrible wounds have affected almost
every body. Lots of soldiers have come to fight but will never return home.
Some generous people have sent Anzac biscuits and other delicious foods from back home
to keep our spirits up.
The bombs are constantly falling to the ground. Everyone tries to take cover but in every
nick and cranny there is a soldier already. Here in the trench I can hear guns louder
than a giant building toppling over, bombs fall and shake the earth like a massive tree
crashing to the ground. We soldiers can barely see the enemy snipers from far away and
always have to be cautious.
I hope you are safe and healthy at home.
Love from Caroline
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