Dulce et Decorum Est

 Today in writing we made a poem it was a piece of guided writing, modeled on the poem it was called Dulce et Decorum Est

My terrible experience

We struggle through the mud the mud as high as our thighs . As our chests are in pain as each few seconds we cough we can't stop coughing it hurts .

We all turn our backs on the battle as we march through many soldiers we push and

shove trying to get to safety. We all need rest we are exhausted.  

The pain it stings our feet ache as we stumble and crawl to release the pain from our bare feet . Nothing is clear now I just think I need to get to safety. My ears have stopped working I am zoned out I am not paying attention to the bombshells going of or the gun fires only to rest and find safety.  

There is a emergency I yell  Run Run I say! I Block my mouth turn and stumble away as fast as I could .

I have not got much energy but this is the time to use every little bit of it I have left in me to search through my kit for my gas mask I panic but relief hits me as I put my gas mask on. I turn around the panic comes back one of the soldiers struggling as the gas takes over him it was too late.

The gas has taken over It is difficult to see now the colour of greeny pea soup  has closed in on us the gas clouds swirling around us . I struggle to see anything at this point even my own hand.

As I see my friend frantically running toward me as the gas creeps into his lungs he coughs I feel useless as I know soon he will die I knew that memory would stick with me never being able to forget the look on his face.  

How would you feel Watching your friend you spent many years of your life getting to know them lying in pain on a wagon dieing right in front of you nothing you can do. Hes holding his throat gasping for air still coughing. kicking his legs around struggling moaning in pain.

Just imagine how we felt pushing our friend across the mud the bumpy hills and the holes from the bombshells whilst listening to him dying in pain moaning groaning and kicking his legs around The wagon unstable and rocking around makes the him cough up blood turns into mucus spew.

If you had been in the position we all were in you would never say again that it is glorious and an honour to die for your country. If you had seen what we all had seen you would understand.

ANZACdoing

For inquiry we have researching about ANZAC This is my Thing link I made.  

New Zealand Time Line

Camp Recount

     Death slide

My heart skipped a beat while walking up the hill to the ‘death slide’. My muscles tensed as I pushed my hardest to get to the top, I was determined to be the first girl to go down it. I took off, all the muscles in my body spring into action I made it to the top. I was puffed but at the same time very excited that I had made it to the top first.

My toes were touching the the start of the slide my stomach felt like it had been turned upside down. but i was still not giving up being first. I sat down, I gave myself a little push and I was off. I skidded down the slide, went side to side and up and down.. While I was WHIZZING down the slide I thought this was worth the climb. I realized that I have the worst part to come I had to brace myself for the cold muddy pool at the bottom. Now I was starting to worry what it will feel like. finally I reached the bottom I flew through the air and landed in a muddy pool of water!!

As I stood up I realized I forgot to close my mouth when I was going down the slide, so I had muddy yuck water in my mouth. I spat it out and moved on. but i still had the slightest taste of mud in my mouth I learnt from that to always close my mouth going down the slide! That was one of my favorite activity's at camp. I went down many more times and after that you could have imagined that most people's backsides hurt after that day at camp!