Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt: The Road to War
Welcome back Year 6! We are so excited about our new topic – World War Two – and we have had a fascinating week unpicking the events leading to the war. How will you interpret this week’s prompt? I can’t wait to read your responses!
Miss T
Road to war
September 1939
Dear diary,
Today was a horrible day, not because of getting picked on at school again, but because Neville Chamberlin said we are at war with Germany. I heard my mum and dad discussing a man called Hitler. My dad survived the first war and doesn’t want to go again but my brother wants to fight even though he is only 16. If there is a real war again where will I go my mum will be a doctor again and my dad would be in the war again. Why is there a war?
Goodnight,
Tom
The road to war
As I was on my way to my brothers farm I saw a hitchhiker on the road. I offered him a lift. He said that he was heading to a place called Battle. “That’s where I’m going but there is trouble brewing in them parts as the council have discovered shale under his land but I wont let them get away with tearing down his home just like that, bloody frackers.”
The man shifted uncomfortably as if he was hiding something.
“My family have lived on that farm for generations. isn’t it time we lived sustainably.”
The road to war is a very rickety road it’s as long as infinity and as wide as a gun. It started in 2700BC and will never end. If you die in a war you have to walk the road of war for ever, wishing no one ever started the idea of fighting. The only noise you can hear is the faint voice of regret spinning around your head. No one believes the man who survived the road to war he goes round city to city to stop wars to end the awful road to war. You will regret it!
In the town of Burnham Market in Norfolk there lived a boy named George. He lived with his caring Grandad. The war had taken his parents and brother, and all he wanted was peace. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen soon.
He thought the only thing to do was to join the war and follow his brother’s footsteps. But he was too young and didn’t want to leave his loving Grandad behind. Then one day a bomb exploded on their street. George managed to save his Grandad’s life. At last he had managed to stop a pointless death.
The Road to War
The road stretches out before us. We are waiting for a fight from which few of us will emerge. Derelict tanks lie by the side of the road. Bodies are scorched or covered in blood. The road is ending and through the smoke, the crackle of gunfire can be heard in the distance. Our rifles are in our hands and we are ready to attack. We jump out of the vehicle. The gunfire nears. Explosions appear at our sides but some of us are unlucky. The battle has begun and the road to war has ended. Reluctantly we will fight.
It was six in the morning when I put the radio on. I just made a cup of tea when Chamberlain spoke. It was a sad voice, like if a member of his family died. It was worse. The Germans didn’t take out there troops from Poland and there for I and many other men had to go to war.
I was on the battle field, waiting for the Germans to come and there they were, marching up the hill.
I was still shooting. But something was at my head.
The Enemy.
Bombs fire and people die
Hitler shouts at the troops
That is war
Evacuate the area
No surrender, no peace
That is war
Baby’s crying mothers running
That is war
Never ending
That is war
No rest or respect
That is war
Battle of death
That is war
Building smashed and pieces scattered
Guns loaded
That is war
Why can’t it stop?
Sadness grows and grows
That is war
Toys destroyed
Stuff ripped
War gets bigger and bigger
Soldiers have died
Peace, peace has gone it has disappeared
Soldiers return some left behind
War is over
Peace has come back!
One day George came across an old man who gave him two choices. Choice 1, to go down the road of war or choice 2, his family to be killed. George said that he’d rather go down the road of war. George was a loyal and fierce soldier and soon he was promoted to head of military he carried on fighting for years only thinking about the war but after he had great regret, all the people he murdered were innocent people. That night he received an award. But he was so mortified for what he did he killed himself afterwards.
Dark smoke rose in steamy plumes all around Tim. The sirens droned on and on. Houses fell like dominos and destruction spread like wild fires as Tim fled across the street and dashed into the tube station.
His mother and baby sister were waiting for him. All three of them awaited a very long night. Later, Tim woke his mother complaining he could hear water. A moment later his mother heard it too.Tim grabbed his sister and made a run for it as the water surged towards him. They emerged shocked and soaked from the station, and went home unharmed.
Ethel lay in bed staring at the ceiling. She heard the planes bombing houses not far away. Ethel’s brother slept heavily in the bed next to her. Then it all happened. A bomb came through her roof beeping menacingly. The children woke their parents and they hurried out of the house. Ethel, Tom and their mother scrambled into their shelter. Ethel’s father had insisted on bringing the dog, but the garden tree fell on top of the door leaving him was stuck outside.
Dawn rose, outside they found their dog. But as for their father, he was nowhere to be seen.
The road to war
The road to glory
The road to victory
The road to death
The road to hunger
The road to the countryside
The road to misery
The road to death
The road to heartbreak
The road to tears
The road to the battlefield
The road to death
The road to bomb sites
The road to catastrophe
The road to graves
The road to death
The road to murder
The road to sacrifice
The road to hope
The road to death
The road to another day
The road to recovery
The road to success
The end of war
The Road To War
“One day, our (and I say this in the kindest possible way) irritating, boring neighbours called us over to their home. I didn’t want to go to their dusty, old house – but I had to. It turned out they were enemy spies. I was seven at the time; my family ran to our house as the spies made a signal that made Germany invade Poland. I captured them. As I walked along the crumbled streets of London, I peered into desolated houses. That was the last straw.” And that, my grandchildren, was the road to war.
The road to war.
As I sat in my tent I thought of writing a letter to my family. Outside the silent was broken by bombs being dropping nearby. I got my gun ready and put my helmet on. I went outside. I felt frightened I was scared to die. I wished I was with my family. It was dark outside. I got my touch from my tent. I heard gunfire close by. I scouted the area. I found a house on fire and heard footsteps all of a sudden there was German soldier everywhere. I shot them all. To be continued!!
In a small peacful lovley bright town called Norfolk there lived a young boy named Josh all he wanted was peace. He finally got what he was praying for PEACE the war was difficult and he had lost his father his brother injured and his mum about brake he new someday he was going to be alone but that time wasn’t now. For six years the boy had a happy,normal brilliant life but it was melted away from the lost of his mum he was tired lonley and sick and then it started all again it was his time.
Unwillingly I Walk
In front of me is a road. All I can see is road. And I don’t want to walk to the end of it, but for some reason I am. There are signposts showing me which way to go. But I cannot read them, only the letters, W, A and R. I keep walking even though I don’t know where I’m going. I leave a treaty behind me, but what I don’t know is that there’s an agreement ahead. Plus a war. That will truly damage my life. Why won’t I stop walking? I just can’t stop.
Today is my 10th birthday. It is Tuesday, January 24th 1952. (I am tremendously excited for the day ahead!).
My mother and I are poor and we live in the countryside in a little run-down cottage. My mother can only just afford to send me to school. It isn’t really a very nice school.
The war ended six years ago when I was four. My father went off to fight before I was born and I never met him. He never came back. He was shot and died on the battlefield. That is my sad story of war.