Wednesday 27 May 2015
Tuesday 12 May 2015
From the Journal of Jack Simpson
Shrapnel Valley, Gallipoli
17 May 1915
Today I feel depressed. One of my friends got shot in
the chest. Duffy carried him down from the battlefront.
I tried to get him to the boat but he died.
When we got back it was tea time. I could smell bully
beef. I gave some grass to Duffy.
During my day I saved 15 wounded soldiers, 2 of them
died. I got one wounded soldier from the battle front. It
was frustrating. When I put a bandage on him a bullet
zoomed past my head. I felt frightened because it could
have got me. Duffy carried the wounded soldier down
from the battle front.
I wish I could go home and have some vegetables and a
roast. I really want a bath. This war is tiring
Shrapnel Valley, Gallipoli
17 May 1915
Today I feel depressed. One of my friends got shot in
the chest. Duffy carried him down from the battlefront.
I tried to get him to the boat but he died.
When we got back it was tea time. I could smell bully
beef. I gave some grass to Duffy.
During my day I saved 15 wounded soldiers, 2 of them
died. I got one wounded soldier from the battle front. It
was frustrating. When I put a bandage on him a bullet
zoomed past my head. I felt frightened because it could
have got me. Duffy carried the wounded soldier down
from the battle front.
I wish I could go home and have some vegetables and a
roast. I really want a bath. This war is tiring
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