The End of the Path
It’s the 25th of April 1915 . It's pitch black. We are under the cover of darkness. It's just before 3am. I'm crammed in a landing boat with thirty nine other nervous soldiers. We were wild with fear and excitement. 
I was sweating like a waterfall. All I could hear was the rough waves pushing against my boat. I could feel the smooth wind swirling on my skin. My heart was pounding. I could not move because I was shaking like a washing machine. Was I going to die?
Suddenly the moon dipped behind the grey clouds. Minutes later my boat stopped on the sandy beach. Then a big loud boom came from one of the steamboats. Bullets were flying everywhere. I didn't know what was happening so I ducked down crying and praying to God that I want to be safe and that I want to go back to New Zealand . I could smell everyone's fear.
This is HELL!!!!... Was this the end of my path.
I am learning to write a proper recount
What I found tricky was to put capital letters and full stops and other punctuation.
What I found easy was to get ideas and better words
This helped me to write a better recount
1 comment:
You have put a lot of effort into writing your ANZAC Recount. I am impressed with how you have sequenced your recount and added details to allow the reader to visualise what is going on.
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