WW1 Journal Entries
WWI Journal Entries/Letters
Dear Ma Today at the shore, I was sucking in some coffin nails when a cricket ball exploded meters away from our platoon. The troops had a speechless expression on their dials. A few hundred meters a lot of stoushing was going on with the Abduls and us. We had to make three more A.N.Z.A.C soups yesterday. The amount of men they Abduls stole from us is unforgiveable. The majority of our men died from aunties right in front of our eyes and the few that survived had to take some Aussies home. From Barry
Dear Sir (Father) Father today I slaughtered my first Abdul, God it was a Lucifer. I feel horrible but at the same time proud, that I could do that for my country. After the Lucifer we celebrated by drinking gallons of gay. The brass hats congratulated me on how I dealt with the wind-up. A few of our soldiers came back with fairly deep and heavy knocks, but the knocks were soon forgotten after the babbling brooks horrible cooking. That man would give mass-murderer something else to think about with that nasty brew of his. Anyway Sir I should be returning home soon and we can have some of the best coffin nails and gay. From Barry
Dear Bert Mate this Lucifer is boring me shitless mate. You should have been here, but I understand why you aren’t. Hope that knock isn’t too bad aye? I heard a furphy today that’s I might be getting back to the motherland pretty soon. We can have a good long chinwag. I could really use a smile on my dial at the mo. Mate I’ll see you as soon as I get of this perish. From Barry
Dear Ma Today at the shore, I was sucking in some coffin nails when a cricket ball exploded meters away from our platoon. The troops had a speechless expression on their dials. A few hundred meters a lot of stoushing was going on with the Abduls and us. We had to make three more A.N.Z.A.C soups yesterday. The amount of men they Abduls stole from us is unforgiveable. The majority of our men died from aunties right in front of our eyes and the few that survived had to take some Aussies home. From Barry
Dear Sir (Father) Father today I slaughtered my first Abdul, God it was a Lucifer. I feel horrible but at the same time proud, that I could do that for my country. After the Lucifer we celebrated by drinking gallons of gay. The brass hats congratulated me on how I dealt with the wind-up. A few of our soldiers came back with fairly deep and heavy knocks, but the knocks were soon forgotten after the babbling brooks horrible cooking. That man would give mass-murderer something else to think about with that nasty brew of his. Anyway Sir I should be returning home soon and we can have some of the best coffin nails and gay. From Barry
Dear Bert Mate this Lucifer is boring me shitless mate. You should have been here, but I understand why you aren’t. Hope that knock isn’t too bad aye? I heard a furphy today that’s I might be getting back to the motherland pretty soon. We can have a good long chinwag. I could really use a smile on my dial at the mo. Mate I’ll see you as soon as I get of this perish. From Barry