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Reflections for Remembrance Day

As November arrives and poppies begin to appear on coats and lapels, we are reminded of the importance of Remembrance Day, a time to pause, reflect, and honour the young men and women whose lives were forever changed by war.

In our English lessons, students have taken time to consider what remembrance truly means. As part of this reflection, two of our students, Eunice and Patrick, have written poems that explore the experiences of those who went to war, the young men who fought bravely, the lives that were sacrificed, and the dreams that were left unfinished.

Through their writing, the students give voice to both the human cost of conflict and the quiet resilience that endured amidst hardship. Their poems capture the contrast between the hope and innocence of youth and the harsh conditions of the battlefield, from mud and fear to the longing for home. They remind us that behind every uniform was an individual with a story, a family, and a future they were willing to risk for something greater than themselves.

Remembrance Day is not about glorifying war, but about honouring courage and sacrifice, and recognising the value of peace. By reflecting on the past, we give meaning to the present, understanding that the freedoms we enjoy were hard won, and that empathy and remembrance are powerful ways to keep those lessons alive.

As we observe the silence at the eleventh hour on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, may we hold in our thoughts those who served and suffered, and carry forward their legacy of hope, compassion, and peace.

 

Betrayal

Breath heavy as I wave goodbye to my loved ones,

Each second goes by my heart races on my way to the

Trenches, full of suffering and screams of wounded soldiers.

Rats are everywhere we have infested their home

A place I long to be, dreaming of being free

Young, innocent, inexperienced men shipped to war to fight for this country.

Anxiously sat in the trenches waiting patiently for the Germans to attack.

Leaving the trenches after winning the war, is it a win at all?

By Patrick KS4

 

Forgotten Dreams

Blood like metal building in my throat.

Panting, shaking and struggling to breathe.

Gunshots, chaos everywhere

I could barely see in the mist of night

but I could hear the pain, in their screams.

Dirty trenches, anxiety and fear waving over people,

Worst dreams have come true for those who thought she was on her knees

Hundreds of thousands of young men

Losing their youth to protect

Her freedom from the enemy, causing anxiety and fear

Flashbacks from family at home,

Children that they might not see again.

Trench foot, green gas, bombs, you don’t know how that feels.

By Eunice

 

 

A red flower in a field of flowers

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