This week in Kakapo class we have been writing letters.
We had to write 3 letters about us being the person, the
first one with us training in Egypt and hearing a rumour
about going to Gallipoli. The second one about being in
Gallipoli and it been horrible and the last one from letter
writing informing your mum that you died! Below is a
letter written by Hinemoa about being at Gallipoli.
Dear Mother and Father,
The only thing I am glad for is that you
can’t see my face right now. My eyes, full of darkness and anger and my mouth,
muttering and cursing. The stuck up Tommies were like dogs, whimpering and
scurrying away from battle. As for us, we stood our ground like brave lions,
and lost it because of the Tommies.
Here in these trenches nothing barely
moves, or talks. Only screams and whimpers. Only deaths and blood, lot’s and
lot’s. The only scream that I know, and that will remain screaming in my mind,
is my own. Telling me to let go and give up already. The same words echoed in
my head as I trudged up the hill to bury the dead. I felt sick as I remember my
friends who died there, why did they have to die? Even though their bodies were
gone, their souls still remained on that same, haunting hill.
Every inch of my body is shivering in of my
body is shivering in the unforgiving cold of the trenches. Like ice, growing
from my fingertips. It slowly starts to cover my body, gasping every inch of
skin it can see. Consuming me. The same is happening to everyone here around
me. God help us.
God has abandoned us. I know that now.
There is no hope. None. It is now my time. I’m sure of it. I will march up to
battle, up the same hill that has haunted me for too long. . I ask you not to
mourn or cry. For I will die on the same spot and on the same hill as my
dearest friend. Basil Mercer.
Adam
Here is a letter written by Abraham Lincoln to a mother
who lost all 5 of her sons in the American civil war.
