ANZAC Soldier

As I’m waiting for my enemy to approach, I’m blending in with rocks, like a chameleon. The ground is as rough as elephant skin. As the sun lies down behind the sand hills they sky turns a vivid grey-blue. I can hear guns being shot from behind the hills so I hide beside a gorse like tree trying not to be seen. I can hear my heart thumping. My hands start to go numb as I may have to fight for my life. I hope I make it home to see my wife and family again.