The Anzac

Violets scarf

Today the best thing happened, it was a miracle. I was Carrying the buckets of water when one of the other soldiers called me, he said “GEORGE PUT THOSE DOWN, THE Red Cross PARCELS CAME!” I was practically running, this is the day that everyone has been waiting for. It was a long walk. As I got there, there we’re two soldiers throwing the parcels like they were bombs. I was waiting for so long, I thought I was never gonna get one. As I was about to turn back I see one flying at me. I jump. I just barely catch it. I bring it back to where there wasn’t 700 soldiers. I looked at the tag “Gift for soldier knitted by Violet Cloughley aged 8 years, Riverton School.”it said. I couldn’t believe it, it was my sister. Out of all the soldiers, out of all the units I got it. It was amazing I started smelling it. It smelled like the farm, it smelled like the kitchen, it smelled like mums cooking, and it smelled like home. The next two years felt like a million, the only thing that was getting me through was the thought of coming home and seeing my family’s faces and violets scarf. I arrived home with a big hug from violet. “You have my scarf!” She said I do I do. My mother quickly jumped in to my arm’s. It. Was. Home.

Lest we forget