Kia ora! Welcome to Room 7's blog for 2017. We are an energetic Year 5/6 class and our teacher is Mrs Fowler. We are looking forward to working together and learning lots of exciting and new things this year! Check our blog regularly to see what we have been up to. We would love to read your comments.
Tuesday, 30 May 2017
Xzavier's ANZAC Diary
March 14 1917
Dear Diary,
As I'm writing this letter as I’m trying to sleep in the trenches. All of the gun fire is keeping me
awake. The captain has ordered the group to march to 'no man’s land' I was shocked, like a bullet piercing through my heart.
awake. The captain has ordered the group to march to 'no man’s land' I was shocked, like a bullet piercing through my heart.
December 25 1917
Dear Diary,
I’’m fighting in the trenches in “no man’s land”. I was having a turn on the flamethrower until...I got shot on my leg. I got shot again in the other leg,
I fainted, I could hear all of the gun fire. I wake up I was glad I was still
alive.
July 13 1918
Dear Diary,
I’ve got trench foot and I’ve only got ten cans of food left. I hope the war ends soon, it going to end all wars. All of my friends have died from the Gallipo army at least I killed that guy!
November 19 1918
Dear Diary,
I'm coming back home to England, I can't wait to see my wife Lesa, she is as beautiful as a flower growing to make the grass shine. I’m getting shipped.
November 20 1918
Dear Diary,
I got home my wife Lesa had a baby called Jack. By Joe.
Thomas' ANZAC Diary
Dear Diary,
Only 7 days have past and 36 men have died, and there are no more grenades so we started making more out of spare cans! The enemy are also gassing us with this stuff that turns your skin yellow, that would be a horrible death so we hold urine soaked cloths over our faces to stop that happening. I have felt how painful it is to shot in the limbs, it’s just horrible having blood gushing out of your legs and arms. I felt so sorry for the guy next to me that had his head blown off by a Mosin Nagant, and then a guy got shot in ‘no man’s land’ and survived but then stabbed by a bayonet, another guy James. I ran over to recover the body but it got blown up by artillery.
War is a horrible place, Diary you're my only friend, I might not make it home alive. The other soldiers treat me like a 6 year old because I’m not a hardened man yet. It’s getting very late eight at night I’m pretty sure so I will end this entry here.
Day 23
Dear Diary,
I’ve caught a severe case of trench foot and hepatitis from all the bodies and my trigger finger got shot off, I won't make it any longer, my name is Jhonson Bagette, then BANG! I felt a sharp pain in my chest and head, then everything went black, dead.
*This is being read by Barry Bagotte, Jhonson’s Grandson in a first person point of view.
Amber's ANZAC Diary
31st July 1914
Dear Diary,
My name is James Mcshepard Lukewarm. I am at World War One, according to rumors it is the war to end all wars. I am excited but also afraid. My brother Alex has luckily came to war as well so we can keep each other company. The trenches aren’t that bad, at least not as bad as what I've heard, sure it's a bit muddy and malodorous but nothing else really, living in it is a sinch, it is only early days. Anyway I don't know much about the war. It's only been a few days since we've got here. The commander is calling us so I have to go.
11th October 1914
Dear Diary,
Today I went through my first battle and I didn't like it at all, I always hated seeing people die and I always will. Also my brother, he died in that battle, suddenly water welled up in my eyes, a tear dripped slowly down my cheek like a raindrop in slow motion, leaking down the sky, on a thundering night. My brother died because of me, how he saved me from being stabbed by the enemy, why was I just standing there recklessly, why didn't I dodge or do something, suddenly anger powered over James, not pity anymore. He clinched his hands into a fist and started to violently punch the dirt that surrounded him, he took a deep breath. Starting to get calmer, II will have to deal with things like this happening, I must not lose temper, only idiots do that!
Yesterday the commander taught us how to use those outrageous artillery weapons, they were quite big and scary looking, so I don't think I want to use It. My mates said it could kill many people in one shot and I have never ever killed anyone in my life.
25th December 1914
Dear Diary,
It's Christmas Day but unfortunately the only present I'll get is sadness. Oh ya forget about what I said that the trenches isn't a bad place, I was only in the first few days of war and I didn't mean it, the trenches stink and most of the people here caught trench foot but I didn't since I always wore my boots that I made with extra thick socks.
25th April 1915
Dear Diary
We are heading to the Gallipolis for a sneak attack this is going to be good, the commander said after this we are free to go home, I am so excited to see my mum and dad. We arrived at our destination but something was bugging me, wait why is this place so rocky and worst of all our enemies have the high ground advantage on the hills. I turned to look at the commander, probably overwhelmed with both disappointment and fear. I went to speak to him but he ignored me, then he said with a strong and dramatic voice “attack”. We all ran up the hill screaming, but the Gallipolis shot us. One by one, like cats chasing mice except there were no holes in walls to hide in. Suddenly a bullet shot through me, my mind went blank, my heart stopped beating and there in the sun I lay as still as a sculpture and as silent as a piece of dust falling lifeless to the ground.
Monday, 29 May 2017
Cooper's ANZAC Diary
Dear Diary
April 26 1915
It is freezing,brutal and tough. I am on the western front of Gallipoli fighting to stay alive. The trenches are absolutely atrocious with rats, flies and other bugs nibbling off our scraps. It reeks of poo and wee in the trenches. Hearing gunshots and artillery hitting sandbags at the top of the trenches and also hearing men yelling and screaming and running for their lives as the enemy is closing in on our top secret location it gives me shivers up my spine.
April 30 1915
My Best mate Jack just went to “no man’s land” but I think he must have gotten ambushed by the enemies. I am devastated that I may have lost Jack. I haven’t seen my family in ages and days are getting longer and longer and they are just getting more boringer. April 31 1915. It is thrilling to hear that the General and Commander have come to the decision to find my best mate Jack. Myself and 10 other soldiers are off to locate wherever Jack could be. It feels like we have been searching for almost eternity, my heart is racing thinking about if Jack is alive or not. We have officially located Jack.
May 2 1915
We have just been camping outside the enemies base for the last few days thinking of ways how we could retrieve Jack. I think I had the guts to go and save my best friend. We were spotted and they were coming after us like bees to a honey pot, we dodged a few bullets back there.
May 4 1915
I have just received freshly baked ANZAC biscuits and a handwritten letter from my wife and kids. May 8 1915 My mate has officially died on May 5 1915 and I am horrified that there is a possibility that I could be next?
By Cooper
Tuesday, 16 May 2017
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