Mrs Wilson's Interview

Pack up time.

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World War One                                                                                             

Imagine  if you got trench foot and had to have your feet cut off?.       

       

There are many reasons why  I think we shouldn’t have war and one of them is because too many people die. Why do we still remember the soldiers that went to Gallipoli when it was 100 years back, some may say.

Here are some sad facts about the war: Soldier's feet rotted in winter because it was so wet and muddy,it was called, Trench foot. Eight million horses went to war and only two million came back. In the first few months of  World War 1 one million men and boys had entered the war.Some rats grew up to the size of cats in the war. In winter some trenches looked more like a swamp than a trench.

According to the book,nice day for a war,soldiers died of the colds,fever and bullets.

Would you be able to put up with all of this for your country?.

By Jack H

Sailing

The waves were crashing against the boat. It was like a thunderstorm, it was so loud. It made me want to fall asleep with the noise. The seagulls were squawking and screeching like a honking trumpet. They made me feel relaxed with their trumpeting goose noise. The sails were swaying like mad against the wind. It made me feel excited knowing I was on a sailboat ready for an adventure.

The movement was so strong, it was like bumping against a speedbump on a bike. It made me feel rather annoyed that I was being thrown back and forth so often. Swaying on the water so peacefully was like a massage so soft you could barely feel it. Swaying like that made me feel sleepy and warm lying in the sun.

I felt sweating palms like wet hands after trying to retrieve your hairband from the pools. It was making me hot and tired. My eyes were stinging from the salt of the ocean like that sting you get after lying on the burning concrete. I was feeling annoyed and pushed hard as I rode my boat. My lips were dry from the wind pushing our sail. I felt so happy as I had my adventure. My hair was knotty from the salty mixture carried by the breeze, so knotty in fact, like trying to untie a knot in a rope. I felt calm as I rode the waves.

The seagulls were swooping and diving over the horizon; desperate for a family picnic. It was like a beautiful painting. It made me feel relaxed until I fell asleep, the coloured jellyfish and seahorses leaving shadowy patterns underwater. It was like the shadows of a disco ball at a party. It made me feel ready for a party.  The sun’s golden rays were shining, shining like a star on my little wooden sailboat.

I could smell the salt of the ocean as strong as freshly baked cupcakes in the oven. It was tiring pushing my boat with the strong whiff of salt. The horrid old smell of dead fish floated on the sea’s surface. That smell just plainly made me feel sick. The bait on the rods were making me feel as happy and relaxed as can be because I knew I was free in the ocean.

The vibration of the boat made me hot and sweaty and the wet soggy life jackets grabbed on to me so tightly; as tight as the string holding together the beads on a bracelet. It made me feel calm and relaxed although it was killing me to wear it. It was an extraordinary adventure on my little wooden sailboat.

The salty spray blew in my mouth and the fresh air danced in the breeze, like a beautiful aroma of fresh spring flowers. It made me feel relaxed and calm. The salt spray made me thirsty. Shadows and dark clouds appeared far off in the distance. Tiny teardrops of water popped up and down on the salty surface, like gentle tears, salty and wet. It was the perfect way to enjoy a boat ride.

By Molly