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The Exciting Day at Eden Camp

7:00 am, Monday 6th November:

The day had finally come. Our class was going to Eden camp. After a long weekends wait the day had come at last. My eyes sprung open and I hopped out of bed. I threw on my school uniform and went downstairs for breakfast. As I gulped down my cereal I thought about all the amazing activities that lay ahead of me. After I finished, I went upstairs to brush my teeth (squeaky clean) and style my hair neatly. In a matter of time I was ready and leaped out of the house and with a spring in my step I set off to school.

The bus arrived at 9:00 and the excitement was building up. Straight after we double checked that we had the first aid kit and spare register we sensibly yet quikly got on to the bus.The engine started and in a flash we were off. We were all talking and about 30 minuets in the journey Euan threw up with a disgusting noise. About 5 minuets later Travis spewed all down the isle and up the seat infront of him. Yuck! Anyway soon after we saw a sign saying “Eden Camp”. Next to that there was a watch tower with a WW2 setting around it. Then we parked the coach, got out, put our stuff into the mess hut and then headed towards our first hut.We went inside and there was lots of intresting newspapers from the time of World War 2. After a few minutes of reading we went outside and took a few pictures then went into an old time puppet show about famous figures in the war.

The best part of the puppet show was either singing “When I’m cleaning windows,” or being sprayed with water. It was very funny and made us laugh allot. When the show was ending we sang “We’ll meet again,” and then Miss Williams made us sing it again because we were not loud enough.

Next we, went to our mess hut and had lunch. And we had sweets and shared really bad jokes. After that we went outside and went into some more huts. There were lots of fun and interesting facts with wax figures that look lifelike and were moving to act out a scene from ww2. In the one that was telling us about ww2 submarines, george pulled a chain and it made a large sound (we took a lot of photos). There was a blitz scene and in my opinion it was the best hut. Hut 11 was where the blitz scene took place. They had re-created a street that had been blown up and had lots of smoke and fire. In the background there was a soldier checking if anyone was home. Can you imagine what it would be like in real life? Coming back to your home after a long day and seeing that it had been blown up and was all burnt down with smoke all around you? I couldn’t. Anyway as you walked through the street it got dalker and dalker until it was pitch black. This was supposed to represent the black out and it worked we couldn’t see anything except black. To prove that it worked I will tell you something. Miss Jackson (the y6 teaching assistant ) turned round and poked me in the eye she didn’t even relise who it was or where she poked.

After the huts we went on a play park/adventure park and we were just running around it was so funny. Jasmine and I were jumping up and down on this bridge that was almost touching the floor and we both jumped at the same time. We thought that we broke it because it was closer to the floor than it was last time but in the end we figured out that we didn’t break it.

A few minutes passed and we were off the park and heading to the bus. We all buckled up safely and a few moments later we were off back to school. Yesss! We made it to school without anyone being sick all over. Umm not quite. We were just about to park when Euan threw up again. The worst part was that we had almost made it.

After an exciting day I just wanted to pull on my onesie and go to sleep. It was such an incredible day that the time flew. I definitely recommend you to go to Eden camp if you are interested in WW2. It was a fun but educational day. After a few hours I went upstairs and turned the lights out…

 

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                                     Melissa and Ruby

Merciless, relentless and frightening, the bombers flew across the dark, smoky sky, as the horrified citizens run for their lives. As the violent , inhumane soldiers drop their highly sensitive bombs on the streets of London, a young boy, who is in a grey jumper and pale shorts, is standing and staring out of the crooked window. “No Peter! ” screeched his protective and worried mum. “Edward! Lucy! Susan!” she shouted as a tall teenage boy hurried down the stairs checking where his siblings were.  “Mum where’s Susan and Lucy?” Edward screamed in a trembling voice. “Mummy!” a high pitched screech came from upstairs.

As Peter and Edward were waiting with Lucy downstairs, mum ran as fast as she could up the wooden staircase finding Susan in the next room shaking with fear.  “Come on sweetie!” The family sprinted out of the front door and rushed towards their bombproof shelter. “Oh no! Dad’s picture!” Peter cried as he sped rapidly back to the house. “Peter!” Edward shouted angrily.”Got it!” Peter panted. Edward finally caught up with him and grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him to the door. Suddenly a  powerful bomb dropped in their dark front garden and the two boys then collapsed on to their comfortable sofa. “We need to go now!”Edward shouted in Peter’s ear. Then they both raced out of the half destroyed house.

“Come on! Come on!” Mum screeched to the boys. They could hear bombs banging and their mother screaming from the metal shelter. Finally, they reached the shelter. “What were you doing? You could of got us killed!” “Enough! It is almost over”

Or is it?

By Ruby and Neve

The feared name of the Blitz world war 2

Air fighter planes hovered  across the thick smokey breathless air in England.The people were horrified, they were running for there lives (literally). Homes were being crushed with huge bombs, people were devastated. Shortly after the war started, families were all in there protective bomb shelters. There was one hopeless family who had the tiniest chance to survive.

Eventually, they got to the hidden bunker, all were thrown off their stuttering feet. They were all terrified to move even the smallest nerve. All that was heard was the deafening wail of the sirens. The ground shook from the booming bombs. After they got to the protective air shelter, the youngest boy ran back to the crippling house for a picture of his dad, who died in a battle against the nasty, cruel Germans. His older devastated brother grabbed the photograph of his marvelous father, as a huge colossal bomb dropped in their loving, back garden and broke an Ancient window. Their bare knees were dripping with disgusting blood. As soon as they grabbed the photograph, they got up and dashed to their individual bunker. As they got in the bunker, the older one shouted “what are you doing, you ridiculous child!” Their frightened mum screamed “just leave him alone!”

Woeful World War

Confidently the nauseating pilots of the horrific planes soared frantically through the sky dropping heavy, colossal bombs onto the helpless streets of London. The emotional, intense boy stared through the glass window at the never-ending nightmare. Bombs dropped, people screamed and fire burned right before his eyes. “Ethan!” his mum yelled “Ethan! Get away from that ancient window, gather your siblings and get in the bomb shelter. We have no time to lose!”

As quick as lightening, Ethan shot up the stairs quietly and grabbed his sisters, Mia and Lacey and brother Riley. As they went down the stairs carelessly another bomb dropped in their tiny front garden. “Quick get in the shelter” Ethan shouted. They could smell smoke coming in through the cracked windows.

Slowly,as a few of the planes flew to the ground dodging bullets,as the sirens cried out as a warning people rushed to their shelters, Ethan ran back to the half-crushed house to get the photograph of his father who was fighting in the war. Ethan was reaching out for the picture when… BOOM! A bomb had dropped and all of the ornaments had smashed bringing the photograph with them. The dusty, fragile photograph had smashed”Noooooo” Ethan squealed as he grabbed the photo and went back  to the shelter.

“What did you think you were doing?, you could have been killed! Ridiculous boy!” BANG…

 

Blitz

Planes, loud horrific and full of bombs soaring through the blacked out sky. The air raid sirens sounded loud and clear through the foggy sky. Bombs dropped from the planes and made the ground a pattern of explosions. Families fled to the bomb shelters just as the bombs crashed into the families homes. The huge bombs made the streets erupt into showers of concrete and dirt. Terrified, a little boy watched as London was turned into a huge bonfire of smoke and smog. Suddenly his mother grabbed his shoulder and said “Peter comes to the bomb shelter and Edward get Lucy and Susan!” The family ran to the bomb shelter but suddenly Peter said “Dad!” And turned around. Edward ran to get him and reached him just as Peter grabbed the first photo of their dad. Edward grabbed Peter just as a bomb exploded outside. The window shattered inwards with the force of the blast they dived to the ground and crawled out of the house. When they got out they started running into the shelter.

 

The War Began

One foggy day, planes zoomed through the foggy, stormy weather. Bombs, which were shaped as rockets, dropped from the dirty, mucky planes. A little boy peered through the crooked window in the ancient house. He saw bombs dropping from the Cole black sky. Suddenly his angry, depressed, worried mother came in and grabbed his shoulder; she screamed at him to move and rushed him and his brothers and sisters to the old, rusty air raid shelter.

The young boy ran back in the house and got his photo for the crusty, wooden shelf followed by his older brother. All of a sudden a massive bomb exploded, with a flash of light the window blew to pieces. Quickly as he could he dragged his little brother to the air raid shelter. He was holding a photo of his dad…

All they could think about was the smelly, black, nauseating smoke; they could hear sirens crying out in the middle of the night. The sight of burning, hot, fierce fire was in their minds
they could taste black ashes. They could feel the ground shaking.

By Natalia and Connor