My War Journal

9th April 1915, I am sitting in the ambulance driving. Around me planes are crashing, grenades blowing up every thing in their path. I am constantly stopping for people who need medical assistance. Out of the distance I heard a dog whistle, many soldiers used this as a way to communicate with each other. We stop again. The noise is deafening. There are bombs exploding every where, grenades as well. People are abandoning dead trucks, planes `and trenches are being made.

I can smell medicine from the back of the truck, it was spilt a couple of days ago when we went over a rock. You have to scream over the noise. I say to my partner I heard a dog whistle earlier. Where from? from the west she says, lets go! I drove off to the west.

We found him he was being looked after by his brother. It was a wound so we fixed it. He went off with his brother to defend our country.

The day slowly ended.
we went back to base and had dinner.

Thank you for reading my story!
Yours sincerely Esther