When you are born, you live, and then you die. It seems to be so simple. But on this very day, it has been 50 years and all I can see are thousands of the innocent remembering, mourning for the fallen. But none of them, none of them have any idea of what we went through when we landed the shores of Gallipoli not knowing what the outcome would be.
As I walked through the gates, I took a poppy and pinned it on my dress over my heart. My heels dug into the grass every step I took as I maneuvered my way through the crowds to find a seat. My wrinkled hands gripped together tightly as if they were joined by super-glue and my legs nervously began to shake. I do this every year, the same mannerisms over and over again but every-time I glance at his …show more content…
The sunlight glistened on the water of the harbour. It reminded me of when he would invite me to dance in the kitchen during the late hours night, he would squint as his eyes filled with laughter and would always say “Did I tell you how much I love you today?” Everyday, everyday he asked me that.
It was absolute living hell in those trenches. They had five-foot deep walls just tall enough to walk safely from rifle-fire and that was with an added two-foot of bloody mud, infested with all potential species of insects and rats. And when you finally had the time to snatch an hour’s sleep you were lucky if you weren’t touched nor nibbled on by the foul rats. But I left so I could be her superman and so when I returned she would be my Lois Lane. It inched closer and closer until the time that dream would come true but it didn’t.
A thundering “Doof doof doof” snapped me back to reality. The microphone squealed as the list of names of the men in which received the Victoria Cross was read. I knew this was going to be ever so difficult, but I do it for him. My love. I could feel my heart eager to escape my chest and as I looked down I realised my hands were filled with fear. Breathe. Breathe. Tears began to trickle down my cheek one by one and felt like I was fighting for the last gulps of air. I knew I couldn’t help it so I went with
As I walked through the gates, I took a poppy and pinned it on my dress over my heart. My heels dug into the grass every step I took as I maneuvered my way through the crowds to find a seat. My wrinkled hands gripped together tightly as if they were joined by super-glue and my legs nervously began to shake. I do this every year, the same mannerisms over and over again but every-time I glance at his …show more content…
The sunlight glistened on the water of the harbour. It reminded me of when he would invite me to dance in the kitchen during the late hours night, he would squint as his eyes filled with laughter and would always say “Did I tell you how much I love you today?” Everyday, everyday he asked me that.
It was absolute living hell in those trenches. They had five-foot deep walls just tall enough to walk safely from rifle-fire and that was with an added two-foot of bloody mud, infested with all potential species of insects and rats. And when you finally had the time to snatch an hour’s sleep you were lucky if you weren’t touched nor nibbled on by the foul rats. But I left so I could be her superman and so when I returned she would be my Lois Lane. It inched closer and closer until the time that dream would come true but it didn’t.
A thundering “Doof doof doof” snapped me back to reality. The microphone squealed as the list of names of the men in which received the Victoria Cross was read. I knew this was going to be ever so difficult, but I do it for him. My love. I could feel my heart eager to escape my chest and as I looked down I realised my hands were filled with fear. Breathe. Breathe. Tears began to trickle down my cheek one by one and felt like I was fighting for the last gulps of air. I knew I couldn’t help it so I went with