ANZAC Cove (100 word challenge)

BANG! The gun shots could be heard for miles. We tried to scramble onto shore, shrapnel  flying everywhere and I can feel my own breath against my hand. We run up the muddy steep bank. I can smell blood and sweat, a hot wind blowing in my face. I hide behind a bush and fire up at the Turks. There is utter silence then a massive BOOM! I can hear screams and in front of me I see a explosion - hot metal flies everywhere. Why did I come here. It’s not a big adventure. Am I going to die?