- This is my writing -
To the unknown soldier
As I sit down, I want you to remember this note. Although you’re in a cold damp muddy place, don’t give up. Your spirit is still with us.
I don’t know your name, how many medals you have or even your special story about your life. But I have learn’t about people's life in the war. And your life in the wet, grubby and hard trenches. Putting all your hard work into one useless thing. Life must of been tragic then. We have learnt about the different ways you send letters. We know about the ANZAC’s and our whole class did a project about ANZAC day. We heard about you burying your dead mates. Did you ever bury one of the Turkish soldiers and felt sorry about them?
When you were in the trenches, what were you thinking when those bullets flew straight past your head? Did you ever have some fun? Talking to your friends, playing games with the dogs and sending funny notes to each other. Maybe you stared up in the gloomy night sky wanting to be back home with your family.
I cannot imagine when your friends, pets or even enemies fell beside you? How did you feel when you felt the trigger for the first time? Did you feel power? Did you ever feel enraged with the enemy or did you feel sorry? What was it like when it was so hot and you had to cut you uniform and also stick cloth on the back of your hat to protect yourself from the rays.
I’m only young. 11 in fact. But hopefully you remember this note and you will still be in our warm hearts. I wonder what life would of been like when I was in war.
Yours sincerely Llewellyn WL