The life of war
This is a children's book I made in room 2, called The Life of War. Blurb: The Great war that started in 1914. My father and brother were some of the thousands of soldiers that went to war. It was a sad time at the home front, but what did I do during that time at the home front?
First we had to write our story (mine is what it might be like at the home front during the first world war (The Great war) and it a bit like a first person view). Then we had to share our story. Then if we wanted we could turn it into a children's book ( which is what I did), or just share it on our blog.
Story:
Life of war
In 1914 my father and my brother Jack left to the great war. I wished them good luck and hugged them, then off they went. I can’t wait till they returned home, so we can all be a big happy family again! I know that they will both return home safe, I believe in them.
When I read what they write my smiles stretches as big as a half moon. I am always so happy when I know they are doing well. I reread the letters over and over when I miss them, it always me feel like they here. When I write them letters I hope they feel the same.
My mum spends her time using old clothes to make new clothes. She unthreads clothes and makes them into socks and cuts clothes to make them smaller. I help Mother knit socks and other clothes as well, I hope the socks I made were cozy.
My favourite thing to make for my Father and brother are Solider biscuits. I enjoy baking. I love seeing how all the ingredients come together.
Mother helps me when I make Solider biscuits. Sometimes I make quite a mess. When making Anzac biscuits I love mixing all the ingredients together and watching it all froth up. But I guess my favorite part is eating a soldier biscuit!
1918 had come around like a blur and the war had been going on for 4 years already. I wished the war would come to a stop and Father and Jack could return home. I missed them so much and I know Mother did too.
11 November was the day the war finally ended! Father and Jack finally came home. Me and Mother were so happy to see them both safe. They were some of the few thousand of New Zealand soldiers that returned unharmed. I knew I would never forget what it was like during the war at the home front.
