Tasman's Diary Entry: The First Australian Imperial Force

24 April 1915. Tomorrow, we will be landing on the Gallipoli Peninsula. As of now, this boat ride has been the worst I’ve ever had. My mate, Tasman, has been telling me that he’s had worse. I don’t know what could be worse than knowing that you could be killed in less than 24 hours, but he is entitled to his own opinion. I hope that my family’s okay. I miss them, I miss Australia, and most of all, I miss my dear Alice.
I had volunteered to join the Army when I heard the news of war. I and the rest of the First Australian Imperial Force were going to be sent to Egypt for training. I myself was in the 5th Battalion. On the day of my departure, after a couple of months of basic, my father took me aside. He told to never stop trying, and to make my homeland proud. When my mum came up, she simply told me to come back. When Alice had her chance, she just hugged me and softly whispered my name over and over. My brothers all wished me luck.
When we got to Egypt, they put us with the Kiwis’ 1st New Zealand Expeditionary Force to create the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps, or ANZAC for short. While there, I met Tasman. Tasman is a goofy fellow, but then again, what Tasmanian isn’t? I haven’t seen any extra appendages on him, so I’m assuming that he’s mostly normal. Another thing we say about
One that actually worked. But, it took a sad turn. On 8 August, Tasman stopped an Ottoman bullet with his face. It left a bloody mess everywhere. Dammit we were supposed to go home together, and I was supposed to get him a girl from Victoria. Those plans all changed in a second. Then, for good measure, another Ottoman bastard chucked a hand grenade into where I was with him. I threw it back out, and was satisfied to hear the sound of Turkish screams. Then another grenade flew in. I hit the ground, but a chunk of shrapnel still found its way into my leg. Again, I passed out. As you can tell, three days later, I’m in a field