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The field was quiet Rachel was next to the fire to keep warm Lets make biscuits Rachel cried The soldiers were out there in the storm

We should make biscuits for dad Bullets shot out I cant wait Rachel said The soldiers were wounded no doubt

Rachel sucked on the spoon There were snow flaks falling The soldiers heard a loud boom Dad was near the house mother started calling

By Jai

Anzac buiscuits (2)