ANZAC Sensory poem

I can smell the smoke and ash travelling through my nostril and entering my lungs. Forcing me to cough It out.

At the battle I could hear screams of men and women, guns firing all over. And bombs exploding far and close.

I could see bullets piercing through enemies and my own. I can see blood splattering on the ground. Bombs, fire, and guns, death. It was those things I could see in the battle. 

I felt the ground violently vibrating underneath me. I could feel my gun shaking and heating up after shooting multiple times. I felt my boat washing on land before we went on the battlefield. 

Inside I feel disgusted because I can see so much blood and dead bodies. Just lying on ground soullessly.