Business as usual!
How do you think that life was affected during the blitz? Write a personal narrative about someone whose life was changed during World War Two.
cool piece of work liked it a lot keep up this high standard
Hi my name is Lewis I am Finley’s partner I am just saying well done to all who did the 100 word challenge
This looks like an interesting post.
my grandad was there an he had a lucky accident so he could’ve died but he survived
Before the war life was pretty good. I had a nice home, a family and a good job. Then Hitler decided to invade Britain. I had to give up my job and leave my home and family behind to go and fight for my country, due to the start of the war. The following year Hitler started daily bombing raids. He bombed British ships, ports, radar stations, airfields and aircraft factories. Life became very different and it only got worse. Hitler started bombing cities and homes. I feared for the safety of my family as I wasn’t there to protect them. It was a very sad time. Daily bombings became nightly bombings and air raid shelters were built and people had to listen for an air raid siren to keep them safe.
Cool story about ww1.really good that you put it in a first person view.
“Jimmy! Jimmy! Come on the sirens gone off!”
I woke up heard the siren. I rolled out of bed and plodded outside. I hated the sirens they were always wrong if you ask me. I walked over to the air raid shelter (not in a hurry) and went inside.
“Mother why do we have sirens when they don’t work?”
“They do work and there to keep us safe!”
Then an ear-spliting bang like thunder came from outside and the air raid shelter shook terribly.
“What was that!”I cried there was a pause, then.
“I believe that was our house.”
Splinters, wood and broken glass, that was all that was left. I was just travelling over to my neighbours bomb shelter when tragedy struck, the Germans had bombed the area I was staying in! I limped outside of the shelter I was in as it was now safe, I tried not to stand on any of the bricks that had been demolished! I was the only one on the street that had been affected by the blitz. Luckily, that was the last time I was sabatarged!
I’m a regular girl living in Sheffield, trying to cope with the evils of the war. My school and my friend’s house has been bombed which is a truly unbearable thought. Thinking that when I go back to school I won’t have anyone to cheer me up. I’m worried I’ll be sent away from my parents and the idea that I won’t see them again is heart breaking. Every day I pray that all the people trying to cope without their families will feel less down hearted. I’m afraid of what I have lost and if I lose anything else.
After a loud and scary night I woke up ready for my morning job. I work as a milkman in a busy city called London. Once I had collected the milk I set off to deliver it. It was a miserable day, less than 12 hours ago the city had been blitzed. I walked passed many fireman and unhappy people. The ground was covered in pieces of things that had been destroyed. Soon I had finished delivering and made my way back home. I was tired, as I hadn’t slept well last night so I went to bed feeling sleepy.
As I walked out onto the road I was worried about what had been happening over the last few nights. I wondered if there were going to be any customers to deliver to today. The bombing had been particularly bad over the last few nights and very close to our village. I wasn’t even sure if I would be able to get any milk from the dairy. Everyone was talking about what was happening here and in Germany because of Adolf Hitler. The whole situation was horrible, I wish it would just end.
The East End of London was home to me and my brother Charlie. It was great, everyone knew everyone. That all changed in 1940 with the war. It turned into the scariest place on earth to be with bombs dropping from the sky , causing huge fires, death and mass destruction all around us. Every night the sirens would start and we all ran to the nearest shelter carrying our gas masks everywhere we went as usual. No more chocolate or treats, or even much food anymore due to rationing. Even though life had changed so much we still all helped each other more than ever.
So I sat in bed wide awake, thinking about what Hitler had said that day. Eventually I drifted off into a deep sleep, dreaming about my poor children. As I awoke I realised I was late for work! So I quickly got ready and started delivering milk. The more I looked around, the more I realised. Something was different. The world around me was trashed! What had happened…………
Here I am, clearing the rubble from a bomb-hit house. Personally, I don’t enjoy this but it stops me from being recruited by the army and that is something I really don’t want to do. The main reason I thoroughly despise my job is the fact that I feel like I’m intruding on peoples privacy, sorting through the rubble for valuables or money. Another bad thing is that I know the people are dead and nothing I can do will bring them back. It’s a bit like a physicians frustration when he or she cannot cure an illness. Now…. back to work, looking for valuables in a war torn street.
It was a terrible time for james in thw world war the bus was full so james was not evacuated.It was hard enough for his mom trying to survive in the war and having to deal with being a jew. But now her children were not safe. What was she going to do, quickly and quietly james his mum and his sister escaped to the air rade shelter.James s little sister was crying and crying the sound of the bombs really frightend her. then they heard it was a german soldier walking into the garden what would they do.
well done Declan i really like you’re story although check you spelling.
Cool topic 🙂
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