Diary entry

Dear Diary.                                                                                                          10 August, 1918 

It is cold here; a lot of people have died. I don’t like it here. I have had enough of this war and my wounds really hurt.

 I thought it would be fun fighting for my country with my dad and my six brothers, but it hasn’t. Three of my brothers have died and one of them have been sent to prison for stealing food giving it to the enemy and trading sides. My mum is worried about us and so am I.

I can’t sleep when the enemy shotting everywhere. In the morning at six a man always come in and scream at us. The food here is dreadful. It’s all ways cold and we only get wine once a week.

 I miss Melbourne, the hot bath and hot, tasteful food. I miss my warm bed with my comfortable loving cloths that my mum sends over from England.

I get a pair of socks, A parcel of food (biscuits and beef meats), letters and loving cloths they sent over. 

The battle yesterday was dreadful, some called me a hero for doing what I did, but any soldier would do what I did. Rosierie would be a beautiful place if it wasn't for the war and the Germans. I didn't have a choice yesterday; I knew I had to rush the enemy line if our squadron was to have any chance. We got lucky by bombing them and taking out four of their guns. Unfortunately i was shot, but I know I can still be of help .

I feel I do not have much time left but I am proud of what I have done.

Goodbye to the war, I’ll be coming back.

Robert Mathew Beatham