To the soldier that never came home.
As I write to you I'm sitting next to some of my friends, waiting for brain food to eat my crunchy apple too go play and run a round free from the gruesome past World War1. We have not forgotten you. We remember you serving for our country and setting us free.
I can’t get over the fact tens of thousands of New Zealanders and Aussies went to Gallipoli. Tens of thousands of them didn’t come home. You were one of our boys on the battlefield serving for our country. You were one of them. The soldiers that didn’t come home.
When you enrolled for the army, did you think you were going to go an adventure or did you think you were going on a spine chilling horror story? Before you knew it you were in hot blazing sun and you knew it wasn’t an adventure. It was a horror story. Shooting out of trenches at the enemy. CRACK,CRACK,CRACK,CRACK,BOOM.
What was it like to see your friends getting blasted back into the dirt wall in pain screaming. I cannot imagine what it felt like to see that Wondering if that was you. How would your family feel ? Did you see the dead and the wounded in no man’s land helplessly screaming help, help.
Were you one of the soldiers that had to bury your fellow soldiers in no man’s land. If you were, what was it like know that your enemies were right there staring at you face to face burying their dead soldiers? What would their families be feeling knowing their sons were out their fighting and all the get when their sons die. A letter.
I’m writing this letter to you. We haven’t forgotten all of our boys that went over to Gallipoli with high hopes and spirits. But landing on the wrong beach only knowing this would be a fight till the end.
We will remember them.
Yours Sincerely Nick Cater