Shrapnel Valley, Gallipoli
26 April 1915
Today my heart is broken. My best friend passed away. It is so
sad because he was so funny and made me laugh all the time. His
name was James.
When soldiers get wounded me and Duffy go up the steep hill and
find them and bring them down to the beach. Then they go on the
boat to Lemnos Island if they are badly hurt but sadly some of them
die on the way there.
The smell of blood is ground into my uniform. There are heaps of
flies round my head. I can hear them buzzing and it is getting
really annoying. When I am near the hospital I can hear moaning
I wish I was at home with my cat Sandy, stroking her warm fur safe
in my cozy house.