Soldier's Diary
April 25th 1915.
We got our weapons and uniforms for the war. It feels horrible holding a gun to fight other people. Just horrible. Wait, I hear footsteps coming! Sorry, but this will be cut short.
Signed, Jack Nicholson
April 30th 1915
Ok, I'm back, but there isn't really much. Tomorrow, we're going to Gallipoli which is going to take eternity. The weather is nice New Zealand right now but I'm wondering how it'll be in Gallipoli.
Signed, Jack Nicholson
May 28th 1915
I think that we are in our trenches and the first thing that we saw were rats and flies coming at us like hosts. This looked like it would be a sewer 50 years from now. It had barbed wires quite nearby and we saw our enemies, the Turks. They snarled at us and swore at us. We did it back. I never felt the urge to kill a man before, but know I feel it.
Signed, Jack Nicholson
March 13th 1916
Sorry that I was late to make another piece. I lost my diary in the mud but luckily, one of my mate's found it. Sadly, he got shot by a sniper. We were given food that smelled and looked like cow pat. The flies enjoyed it, but we had to eat it. It went down the hatch and instantly came out the other end.
Signed, Jack Nicholson
March 15th 1916
This is the worst thing I've ever done. I would have been with my wife. I would have been with my daughter. There was a lot more to do but
"But what? What happened?" said a little girl in bed.
"Nothing else. Just blood." said a mother with a tear in her eye. "Well, let's go to bed." when she was about to turn off the light,
"Mom, who's Jack Nicholson?" asked the little girl.
"He was you're great-grandfather." answered the mum.
"I feel special." said the little girl. The mum giggled.
"You were always special, my little Poppy." and out went the light. All that was left was the rustle of the leaves and the breeze.
April 30th 1915
Ok, I'm back, but there isn't really much. Tomorrow, we're going to Gallipoli which is going to take eternity. The weather is nice New Zealand right now but I'm wondering how it'll be in Gallipoli.
Signed, Jack Nicholson
May 28th 1915
I think that we are in our trenches and the first thing that we saw were rats and flies coming at us like hosts. This looked like it would be a sewer 50 years from now. It had barbed wires quite nearby and we saw our enemies, the Turks. They snarled at us and swore at us. We did it back. I never felt the urge to kill a man before, but know I feel it.
Signed, Jack Nicholson
March 13th 1916
Sorry that I was late to make another piece. I lost my diary in the mud but luckily, one of my mate's found it. Sadly, he got shot by a sniper. We were given food that smelled and looked like cow pat. The flies enjoyed it, but we had to eat it. It went down the hatch and instantly came out the other end.
Signed, Jack Nicholson
March 15th 1916
This is the worst thing I've ever done. I would have been with my wife. I would have been with my daughter. There was a lot more to do but
"But what? What happened?" said a little girl in bed.
"Nothing else. Just blood." said a mother with a tear in her eye. "Well, let's go to bed." when she was about to turn off the light,
"Mom, who's Jack Nicholson?" asked the little girl.
"He was you're great-grandfather." answered the mum.
"I feel special." said the little girl. The mum giggled.
"You were always special, my little Poppy." and out went the light. All that was left was the rustle of the leaves and the breeze.
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