Thanks to Years 5, 6 and 7 who observed a minute’s silence in this afternoon’s assembly hosted by Mounts in memory of everyone who has ever taken part in a war. The assembly featured much of the work on World War One that is already published on this blog.
We move on from World War One to study Recount texts next. If you have any comments about Michael Foreman’s The War Game do feel free to write something in the Book Talk section of the blog. I think the ending surprised and shocked many of us. You can read more about Michael Foreman on this Puffin Books page: http://www.puffin.co.uk/nf/Author/AuthorPage/0,,1000010989,00.html#BIO
For those that are interested, here is a copy of our script: Remembrance Day assembly 2012 script and Powerpoint illustrations (without sound effects): Remembrance day
For more about the work of the Royal British Legion: http://www.britishlegion.org.uk/remembrance
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3rd Army Division
Dear Mrs Adams,
I write to you with the deepest sorrow and regret to inform you that your son Private John Adams has died in the recent action. He was one of the best, noblest and bravest soldiers and will be a great loss to your family and me. I shall always remember him and the funny jokes he told. I shall of course come to his funeral and remember him for a lifetime
Captain Frederick Williams
Well Christmas was a blast. First the Germans put up some Christmas decorations and started singing, so we started singing too. And you know Freddie? Well, he went on to No Mans Land and shook hands with the Germans. Then a bunch of other people from each side came up and shook hands.
It was just amazing how people who were trying to kill each other just went on to No mans Land and shook hands. They did it all for Christmas.
What was so funny was that they put a chair on the half way line and somebody from the Germans started giving people hair cuts. He gave me one. It was brilliant. So they all went back to the trenches nad had supper. We also had some beer.
We said “See you tomorrow” and went to bed, but in the morning the Germans were bombing like mad, because they got some new men that didn’t know anything about the hair cuts or Christmas decorations.
Devil’s Firework party
Geysers going off
Death track, like a horror scrap yard
Trees like hands, burning world
Rocks flying everywhere
Screams of dying men echoing through the long war.
Sergeant: (Stern voice) Stand to attention!
(Immediately they stamp their feet)
Right lads, today were going into no mans land.
Tommy & Peter: WHAT?
Sergeant: That’s right lads. You heard me. Now let’s see if we are all here. Peter?
Peter: Yes Sarge.
Tommy: Yes Sarge.
Sergeant: (gets out paper) This is the procedure.
Peter: Are you coming too?
Sergeant: (stern again) We’ll worry about that later. (Holding paper) We are here (points0 and they are there (points again). We will charge to the wire. Then crawl. Any last questions?
Tommy: No sir.
Peter: No sir.
Sergeant: On my command. 3…2…1 Charge!!
Sergeant Wilhelm: Stand to attention! (in German). We need to do this quickly. Let’s run through the register. Kiser.
Kiser: Yes Sarge.
Sergeant Wilhelm: Voexd.
Voexd: Yes sarge.
Sergeant Wilhelm: Right we are going into no mans land today.
Sergeant Wilhelm: Now stop talking (stern voice). We will have snipers on the move. No we will go through the procedure.
Voexd: Sir, why are we doing this?
Sergeant Wilhelm: Quit it! Now on my command 3…2…1… Charge!
There is nowhere else in the world at the moment that is worse than this. I feel like I am an ant because of the size of the reached trenches. I think that there 8 feet tall. There is a lot of barbed wire around no mans land. It looks like caramel spun to look like crystalised sugar. I don’t really feel well eather. I think I have a cold. No wonder everyone is poorly the food is dredful although I’m going to have to put up with it. I really need to go to the loo but I don’t want to get killed. I’m probably better getting killed because I hate it here. But I want to go home for Christmas. At least it won’t last forever. I would rather get the white feather now, even if I would be known as a coward.