trench diary

WALT describe using our senses

	Rats the size of Whiskers ( My cat, which is also my mascot here at war.) are feeding on Fred’s dead body.
	My ears are hurting from the constant noises of bombs and guns. Is everyone okay or are the New Zealand soldiers in pain?
	I can taste nothing because I've been starving for days so we can save food.
	The smell of gunpowder and mucky stew fills the air. The gunpowder has a very strong scent.
	I can feel ticks and lice tickling and itching me from the inside already. The itching is unbearable. My army uniform hasn’t been washed. I am not used to being at war. I’ve only been at war for three days and already I have to itch nearly every second so dangerous that I’m scared that just because I’m itching I get killed.
	I feel home sick and scared because the conditions of these trenches are just awful I try to keep my feet on dry ground so my feet aren’t in the wet for too long so I can hopefully survive this awful war and hopefully not get sick.
	I really hope I don’t get killed. I really don't know how long this exciting and terrifying adventure will take all I know is that I wish I never signed up for this. Hopefully I’ll come back as a hero who fought for their country. This is really  no man’s land.

In celebration of Anzac Day, we wrote diaries using our senses. We pretended that we were new soldiers that have been at war for three days. Have a look at my work. Writing this work was fun because you had to think back to war even though I wasn't alive then. Feel free to comment what you think about my trench diary.