Social Studies 

We were learning to understand the effect of WW1 on young men and women. The students made journal entries and letters written from the perspective of those serving in the war. 

Raziel's Letter 

Dear Mother

Days passed by with terror building up in my heart. Just letting you know I strongly regret volunterring. Lice, rats, blood everwhere. My mind is recording a mixed tape of several lives that passed before my eyes. Gunshots. They rang in my ear, but my heart beats unsteadily, agitated. I could feel the menacing animal like glares from the Germans. This is a disaster. The smell of rotting flesh worsened under the sun as some of the bodies were infested with hundreds of pests. I have a mix of emotions right now. My gut squirms and I've lost another friend in my arms. Don't think I'm innocent anymore mum. My hands are bloodstained. The trenches had a musty smell and I've had to sleep and camouflage within the lifeless bodies. I've killed ruthlessly. I've given no thought about it. I've killed. I've shot. I've bombed and I apologise.

Your Son
Romeo