Friday 9th November 2018
As we approach Remembrance Day and the 100th anniversary of the end of WWI, we learnt in today's English lesson about what it was like to fight in the trenches and about how we can use descriptive language to capture what that might have felt like. Here is what one of our Year 9 students wrote during their independent work:
Today’s battle has been tragic (as usual). The tension in the atmosphere was unbearable, everyone was distressed and benumbed. We were stood shivering in the bitter, hypothermic weather, with our guns loaded. My nerves were higher than ever in my life at this moment.
As the Commander blew his whistle the atmosphere changed in an instant. The deafening silence turned into chaotic shouting, everyone ran towards no-mans land. There was the ear-shattering sound of gunshots going back and forth from both sides of the field; injured soldiers screaming as they fell to the floor like a bunch of flies. Grenades were being launched everywhere causing fires and soldiers that were caught by it to cry deliriously.
We were rapidly getting closer to no-man’s land when I saw my close friend Twizzy drop down to the ground holding his chest with blood all over him, it was like something out of a movie. My heart stopped. My breathing became inconsistent for what felt like thirty seconds but it was only around 2 seconds. All of a sudden, I just snapped back into motion feeling a sharp pain slice through my chest almost like I had been shot too. I quickly pulled myself together and rushed over to Twizzy, my eyes streaming with tears as I kneeled down to check if he was still breathing. He wasn’t. At that moment a massive feeling of shock washed over my body. Soon enough I realised there was nothing I could do to save him, I had to pull my heart-broken self together once again, I took a deep breath and dragged myself along with the other soldiers even though I was grieving inside.
Overall today has been the worst day, possibly of my whole life not just in war, because Twizzy was the one person I could speak to in confidence about my feelings and now he’s gone.
Yours sincerely, K-dizzy.