Shrapnel Valley, Gallipoli
18 May 1915
Today I survived my 23rd day of war. Me and Duffy took
38 wounded down the hillside to the beach. We are
Today we had the worst day ever. I had to work in
smelly clothes. I stink! I had to go right to the battle
front to get the wounded men.
Duffy and I are so tired and I want to go home. It is 30
degrees and I’m exhausted from going up the narrow
path to get to the fighting.
I hate the blood and grit on my hands and I am
I want to go home.