Death Is Coming
It 2:00am in the morning of the 25th April 1915. I am on the beach with my Army standing next to me. We were shooting bullets at the Turkish soldiers. I killed one soldier. I shot him in the hip. I stole his gun and used it.
A few ANZAC soldiers went to go to run up the hill. The rest went to ran along the beach. We were all fighting hard. There were lots of Turkish soldiers to fight.
All the ANZAC soldiers that were up on the hill were killed by the Kabatepe guns.
I saw a Turkish soldier. I shot him in the head. Me and the boys ran down the other side of the hill waiting for more Turkish to come.
We all hid in the big bushes and in the trees. When more Turkish soldiers started to run across the grass we jumped out and started shooting bullets at them.

They were screaming in pain. There was heaps of blood like a waterfall. They all fell down and died. More Turkish soldiers started to arrive. Death was coming to us all….
By Bailey
Reflection I am learning to write an interesting recount.I am so proud of making my recount interesting by using similes and adjectives.It can be tricky to the right adjectives for the right sentence.My buddy can help me by checking my work.The next step for me in my learning is to write an even better recount.