27th October 1915

The end had arrived; she was laid on the snowy white surface. Tears ran down my pale face like a river. Her ill-fated journey was over but ours had just begun. My crew and I felt dead inside as well as: depressed,upset and worried. Why did we feel this way, I'll never know. The ground-breaking news that had shocked us all was that we were trapped on an ice field. I honestly wish I could be honourably fighting for my country in stead of being stranded on an ice field.

28th October 1915

Sheldon and James perished. They were stone cold dead. I couldn't bare the gloomy atmosphere anymore and I was ashamed as well as heart-broken because we had to eat our two dead comrades. The snow engulfed our shoes like a starved lion. During our downfall I had an idea that everybody was too dejected to suggest, this idea had two different parts but the main part was that we had to search for supplies. They listened despite their attitude and we went hunting. As well as that we decided to build a shelter.

29th October 1915

This is the day. The day that me and five other men decided to go out to the nearest piece of land to find assistance. I felt an immense amount of pressure weigh me down.The pressure of having to look after many other men is petrifying. Although, I do wonder what would happen to me if they died? But I have the responsibility of looking after my crew and I'll try my best to save my friends.