ANZAC

Smoke, gun powder, praying from all around, lifeless men all the way to the horizon. “It feels like my lungs stop, but my heart is still beating’’.1 minute, 30 seconds, 10, 5 the stuttery sergeant pulls his hammer back on his pistol and brings his quivering hand to his mouth.The whistle sounds, we all charge out of the damp and mouldy trench. I take one single breath will it be my last?