I think of the shame of returning with only defeat to show for our efforts, and fear it will haunt me forever. My boy looks up to me greatly and I can’t imagine the guilt I will feel when he has no hero to look up to. It is another torture within the war itself. Throughout each night the horror doesn't stop as the merciless war continues. I am desperately trying to sleep, but the vast numbers of stars distract me: I see in their numbers the extent of the casualties of war. A thud interrupts my thoughts, another casualty of war, another star in the sky. The pain in my feet grows as the trench foot infection becomes more intense by the minute. I start to doze off but am suddenly woken by the Corporal barking orders at the top of his lungs,
“Righto you lot, with your Aussie convict blood, the General has a mission for you.”
As we line up in formation the Corporal paces around giving us the briefing for the horrific task being laid upon