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
“Left, Right, Left, Right.”
My legs ached. Worry pulsed through every vein in my body. The feeling of hatred for the Nazis was strong,but I tried to push that feeling down, as we were reaching the boat which would take us to France. I felt my feet thudding down on the path, the road to war, the road to death and hopefully victory. The morning before we left, I had shaved of my moustache, wanting to be as different from Hitler as possible. We approached the harbour. The waves swished calmly, wishing us good luck, then retreating. I marched onto the ship, looked back one last time, reached for my rifle, then seated myself on a wooden bench, the sounds of Left, Right, Left, Right, still thrumming in my head.
Sorry a bit over 100????
The Road to War
He was a soldier in the British army. Right now, he couldn’t see what was so great about it. They were all marching in formation to the site of the next battle. He was shocked at what had happened so far in this hell-hole. Most of his friends were dead, and most of the rest were dying. Then, as the downpour dried up, he could see their destination. A field, where the enemy had set up. He knew he was going to die. His only regret was he would never see his beloved family again.
I awoke from the the long lasting siren. I thought to myself I have a heard that siren before. I remembered. War was coming. An air raid warden came to my house and told us to turn all my lights off because I might die. They also told us to go hide in our basement so if a bomb hit me I just might survive. I could hear the Luftwaffe outside my house flying around London. Bombs were falling all over the place. Then suddenly one of the bombs fell on me. This was the end of my life.
Just one argument changed my life. That disagreement with Pa. My heart and mind racing at the same time. I’d never met my Grandpa, He’d died at war. I didn’t want to end up like my Mother’s Pa, without legs. But eventually, when Pa had scared all the confidence out of me, he won. I joined the RAF, flying a spitfire, risking my life. Arriving at the base was overwhelming, there was a boot camp for newbies to my left and training for the big bad guys to my right, yet among all this madness i just didn’t feel right.
The men in the war were just boys.
But the uniforms they now wore were more serious than those at school.
Inside their bellies, where sausages, bread and happiness should have been, were butterflies and emptiness.
The guns were heavier than they had imagined.
Somebody warned “Don’t strap your ammunition around your waist as the enemy will aim for it and you’ll be blown apart at once!”
The men, who were boys had dry mouths but when they held the water bottles up to their trembling lips, they were unable to swallow.
The men in the war were just boys.
It was a cold stormy night, as the hail stones pummelled down on the merciful earth silencing the Luftwaffe’s destruction of England. The Blitz had started. I was shaking with pure terror in Uncle’s bomb shelter praying with the rest of my family to not be hit by any bombs. I could hear screeches from other’s, crying for mercy as the bombs came closer and closer to destroying their territory. “I’m going to go and help people and invite them into my bomb shelter” Uncle suddenly said. My heart plummeted to my heels as I watched him leave the shelter.
Neville Chamberlain
I was sitting in my study when I heard that Hitler had just invaded Poland and that he had succeeded. At first, I couldn’t believe it! Especially as he did it after I talked to him and had specifically told him not to take over Poland. I went to bed that night feeling frustrated, how could he do this!? He even signed a truce. As I dozed off to sleep all I could feel was rage buzzing in my body. When I woke up I thought about how to handle it, and that was when I declared WW2.
I remember when I walked along the cobbled pathway towards what I thought was my demise. But what I didn’t know, was that today, September 2nd 1945, I would be walking on that same road back to the ships, back to home. I remember how medics in their vehicles dashed past to try and get to the nearest makeshift hospital before it was too late. I remember the thudding of my regiment’s footsteps and me knowing that I could meet my end. And now here I am, walking back with half of my squad missing, along the twisted, extraordinary road.
I was a little girl when this all started. By the end it had changed my life.
I am jewish and German. Six years had passed and Britain had declared war with Germany. For the rest of my life my family hid in our house and didn’t leave.
The next day changed everything. People who had broken into our house awaked me. Soldiers. They took my parents and I was left alone. I never saw them again. Nor did I see anyone for the next few years. I was frightened to be bombed or shot. Frightened to be taken away because of what I believed in. Frightened to know what was happening to them or our country.
Dear Papa,
every day I remember the last day I saw you. I thought you were going to be back by now, but them mamma told me everything. I realise there is a chance of me never seeing you ever again, a chance of you to die, but I believe in you and I think you can make it. And if you do make it you will be my Hero. Even though you already are! I miss you so much already and I can’t stop thinking of you. I Hope you come back Papa.
Please write to me.
Love from your daughter
Aliza
I was just playing with my dolls until I heard the news. My father called me and my siblings down stairs. He stared gravely at the three of us , packed suitcases beside him. He didn’t say a word .He just handed us a news paper and the headline was ‘BRITAIN DECLARES WAR ON GERMANY’ I was shocked but it was worse when I realised I had to leave London . I felt wet tears drip down my cheek , and before I new it I was on a train apart from my sister and brother and heading to the country.
This was it; I got taken over by propaganda posters. I can’t believe it came to this. The bet pushed me over my limits and I did it, I joined the army. I can’t believe my best friend thought I was a coward! Now Chamberlain declared war and I had to fight in it? We took a boat to Germany, everyone was staying positive but my mind was somewhere else. The journey was long and hard, despite that, when we got to shore, I pledged myself to the Nazis. I was on the road to war.
The Road to War
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1/9/2027
When I look back now, 87 years later, I think: why DID I join the Army? I eventually concluded that my 20-year-old self was distraught at my brother/idol being taken to a camp. I had to get my revenge.
I remember the letter clearly. It admitted me into the army, and was written in squid ink (the only ink purchasable at the time). I remember the dirt track, the gunfire, the terror. My comrades being slaughtered. I was in the front line, and am the only survivor, even though I may still perish in Facebook’s WW3.
The bombs are coming. It was only a matter of time before the scarlet blazes of flames would rain upon us, the ash engulfing our precious lungs. The air raid sirens pierced the silence of the night sky; ruining everyone’s peaceful dreams. It was the so-called “ Junk-errs”, with its fast spinning propellers and vast spreading wings. We scampered to the bomb shelter; my nerves of steal slowly melting away with the heat of each blast. A bomb landed next to us!! I could hear the shrapnel scatter on the rusty hideout. Why was this happening? Will it ever end?
I sat in the cockpit, uncomfortable and bored.
We’d had no attacks all day, not one.
This was my third week as a pilot, that was lucky.
I’d heard of boys back home who only went up once,and got blasted!
I didn’t want to be a pilot, let me make that clear, my ma didn’t want me to be one either. But my father said it was the only respectable job for a man. So I was sent off, they gave us a few instructions of how to fly a spit, and I was sent up that same day.
In ww2 American tanks were outgunned and out armoured by the more advanced Germany tanks.
US tank crewmen suffered staggering losses against the superior enemy vehicles.
In April 1945,the Allies fight deep in the heart of Nazi Germany, encountering the most fanatical resistance yet.
In desperation Hitler declares total war mobilising every man, woman and child ….
This is my diary , only for me , today is 1939 September 20th and my name is Loretta, and right when i woke up i could sense something was wrong…
That day my mother woke me up very early , i didn’t want to guess what was happening as the subject is to upsetting to think about. Later that morning we walked to the local church , we passed familiar worried and distressed faces whilst a man got up to tune the radio. Suddenly a crackling voice came through’ the betrayal of Hitler has left me in shock, i am sad to announce that world war two is declared.’ my heart stopped and my pulse started to rush, the awkward silence in the room was shattered by crying and gasps.I was left thinking what will happen in the future and if i will go onto to achieving a great life.
The politicians banging their fists shouting, arguing over and over again , clenched teeth, angry voices, sweat trickling down their faces, pieces of paper that say, ‘war war war’.
Smoke, smoke filling the air, chimneys here, their, everywhere bolits bullets thousond of them, ready ready ready. Melting metal steaming hot, poured into the mood.
Marching men powering through the air, stamping feet ready for war, ground echoing