Dear, ... Moth eaten Diary!

👸 Hi Everyone, it's Hilary here! 👸
Last term (which is Term 1 if you didn't know) we used our 5 senses (👀👂👃👄👅) to write a journal in our diary, we had to pretend that we were Anzac Soldiers! Hope you like it and don't forget to comment!✌😼😀

WALT describe using our senses

	Most of the soldiers were still alive but were all very tired and are sleeping on the ground.  People  are starting to itch because of lice and ticks. Then mice started running everywhere, over people and trying to get into the food.  Lots of people were writing letters to their loved ones but here I am writing in my diary because I have no family.
	Content rustles and the occasional murmur were heard along with other strange unusual noises.  No one was complaining for they knew that there were worst things yet to come. Just a little bit of chatter.
	I was starving, I went to open a tin of corned beef but when I peeled it open it was empty except some ants and bugs scurrying around still searching for food, I wonder if the rats ate them. So instead I have decided to eat some biscuits. I got some and hid them away because I’m a slow eater for if I don’t I’ll starve. They tasted flavourless and hard, nearly chipped my tooth but I’m going to have to get used to it because war won’t end for a very long time. I poured some water into my mouth, I felt the water dribble down my throat, feeling like a desert with rain raining down.
	There was this horrible stench coming from somewhere, it might be some sort of food that is already starting to rot, it might be something probably a body that’s decaying or it could just be because we haven’t washed for a long time. Now the smell was unbearable, it smelt like compost from when we used to garden with Ma.
	I could feel something scuttling  beneath my hand and shifted, the ground was damp and rough.  I felt Ermengarde’s little body squirm under my hand, I patted him gently.
	I felt alone for once, even with  Ermengarde’s warmth against my body. I have a horrible feeling that I won’t make it to the end. I Hope I will live to see the day where I go back home feeling like a hero able to have a family and look after them and make watch them grow.
	I think that I won’t be able to make it.

My trench diary is really long but it's not boring so you won't fall asleep... zzzzzzzz. Anyways, it always makes things interesting if you add descriptive language.
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