BRYCE'S WAR STORY

1914 4^th AugustDear DiaryI am on the boat to Gallipoli. I am the furthest from the door. We are about 1 day of shore. I am surrounded by men who have been to war before. This scares me.1914 5^th AugustDear DiaryWe are 1 hour off shore I am in my gear; we faced rough sea last night 1 boat nearly sank. I didn’t even know if we were going to make it. I hope I will get another entry tomorrow but for now bye.1914 6^th AugustDear DiaryThis was the worst day ever. We were on the boat when we arrived. My friend died off the side of the boat he drowned. I saw the face of the Turks my friends dying around me. It was horrible.1914 7^th AugustThis is my last diary entry I will never fight in another war. I consider myself lucky to live.

By Bryce

Tristan's War Story

5^th August 1914

England

Black More St

Today I have become General for the New Zealand Army. I’m going to have a meeting with the other generals. I’ve met a general named Joshua McAthur. He’s nice to me because the troops are treating me like poo for the last 5 hours because I have become General.

The air sinks because of the body’s that lay there.

I’ve been attacked by a Nazi. Luckily I had pistol.  I wounded him in the leg and the arm. Blood poured out. I felt safe when I shot but I also felt sad as well.

I’m missing the family lots and lots. Tell Tristan and Byron I’m sorry for telling them I’ll be home by Christmas Eve.

From

Greame Howard

Ski Trip

Rooms 17 and 14 had an awesome day skiing!

World War One

This week marked 100 years since the declaration of World War One. In Room 17 we have been discussing the implications of war and how we would feel if we were part of the war. We then wrote either letters or diary entries from the point of either a child, soldier or other family members.
Here is Latasha's writing:

I race to my letterbox careful to not be seen by a soldier. I tear open the lid and grab the mail. The lid slams shut and I race back inside the heavy door slams shut behind me I shuffle through the mail and spot one with my name on it. I rip open the envelope and start reading….

Dear Angel,

I know it eight days away from your birthday and I was hoping to be there. But sadly im stuck fighting for our country. I miss you and mum both. I don’t know when or if I’ll ever come home but I have faith that I will. I miss you, stay safe.

Love Dad

Dear Dad,

I don’t mind that you’re not here for my birthday. I just want you home. Mum and I are doing ok. I worry that every day when I get the mail I will see something yellow sticking out. I know you will come home one day and even if you don’t please know you will always have a place in my heart.

Love Angel

By Latasha 

Kalia's Writing

Based on the picture Miss Hines shared with the class, here is Kalia's fabulous writing...

I saw her and then she was gone, I heard her voice whispering for me to follow. It only took me a few seconds for me to decide that I would follow her. I started running I could hear her voice calling me “follow me,” her voice was echoing like the wind. I ran into the mist. It felt like time was slowing down. I suddenly felt hands grabbing on to my shoulders. I looked back and saw the girl for one second and then she disappeared.

 I heard her voice again. “Come with me.”

 I felt like she was pulling me towards her. I saw her reflection in a little creek but when I looked up I couldn’t see her. “What is going on”? I thought to myself…

I looked forward and could see red flames ahead. I try turning myself so I can go back home but I can’t. I can feel the air getting hotter and hotter I scream “ahh”…  

By Kalia