Dear Diary,
I am having a really rough day
today, at least I am still alive and in the icky, muddy trenches. I have not been writing that much
because I have been real sad since my brave brother Darren died while
protecting the base. He shot all
the Germans but before the bullet struck the last deadly German, the German
shot a bullet back and it killed my brother. I have been missing my family in New Zealand this Christmas,
especially all the fun we usually have.
It really hurt when I was injured but I am alright now. I hope everything is OK and if I
survive this crazy World War I will make sure I tell them what happened to my
brother and I will make sure we put a name on his grave. Hopefully the ANZAC’s will kill all the
bad guys.
That’s all for now.
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