If I was in the war, I would probably hear the banging and smashing of the bombs and guns being fired. All the smoke in the air ,bricks and dirt crumbling down the sides of the tunnels. Some days light, some days dark it feels like the days are going so slow. When your friends get blown to pieces your blood goes cold and you hope that you are not the next victim. The soldiers screaming and shouting”MOVE OUT “. The seasons passing by and the poppys growing bigger. Just remember the soldiers fighting for us and keeping us safe, some come back injured and some never even come back …because they gave their lives for us .
Year 6 @ New Longton 