I really enjoyed making this story because it was fun to create a story linking to Anzac. Next time I would add more describing words.
Through the flying bullets and blasting bombs, I thought I wouldn’t come back home to my mum who was waiting for me. I was losing friends and I knew I was next, I was scared that I might lose Freda too and not return her back to Lucy. I prayed and prayed that this insane bombing would stop. As time went by my prayers had been answered, the explosions lowered down, flying bullets became happy birds. I could never forget this day and neither can Freda.
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