Winter Term 2014

Firs Farm Primary School, Enfield

4 December 2014

 

 

LETTER FROM WALTER TULL          

 

FIRS FARM PRIMARY SCHOOL

 

 

Before I led men in to a football match, now I lead them in to a war.

The sky is now dark, the goals have changed, my aim is now to survive.

There are still two teams attack and defence,

But the cheer of the crowd is now the shrieks of dying men.

 

We’re not kicking balls, we’re firing guns,

And we’re not losing goals, we’re losing friends.

And this lush pitch of fresh, green grass is covered by mud, blood and fire; a battle field.

I see that life is not a game any more.

I know my life is not a game any more.

 

Life in the trenches is terrible especially the rats!

Twice the size of an over grown cat.         

Not to mention the pesky lice, I spend all day scratching.

It’s dark, damp and cold, but never lonely.

The lads are always laughing, cheering us from being in the dumps.

 

Home now seems a million miles away

How I wish I could be somewhere else.

Edward, if I die or if I survive,

I’ll see you on the other side.

 

From your loving brother,

 

Walter Tull.

 

 

 

Children really enjoyed the music making as it was from their own ideas “I liked it because we got to change the song and the speed of each song” – Staff at Firs Farm School

 

Puppetry: Excellent imaginative, art skills learnt. Visionary ideas alongside the practical D & T element. – Staff at Firs Farm School

It has added more of the creative, artistic side to our teaching and built our singing confidence. – Staff at Firs Farm School

Creative arts and the theatrical element were fantastic for the final performance. – Staff at Firs Farm School

I learnt how soldiers felt during the war. – David, student at Firs Farm School

The best things was when we got to hold the guns because if we go to a museum we see guns but don’t hold them. – Lucas, student at Firs Farm School

It would of been nice to of held more world war one equipment but I was drawn to the weapons station as I was intrigued with the stunning view of the guns. – Jake, student at Firs Farm School

I liked touching the objects and feeling the feelings that the soldiers had to face. – David, student at Firs Farm School

We got to show what we can do in design and technology. – Yasmin, student at Firs Farm School

I learnt that many, many people risked their lives to protect our country. – Yasmin, student at Firs Farm School

Writing the song was awesome, creative and cool. – Arda , student at Firs Farm School

The overall experience was awesome! – Yusuf, student at Firs Farm School

Trench Brothers is amazing! – Kostadina, student at Firs Farm School

I want to do it all over again! – Brooke, student at Firs Farm School

It was brilliant, fantastic, creative, artistic, interesting – the best! – Student at Firs Farm School

 

 

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Colvestone Primary School, Hackney

3 December 2014

 

 

 

Letter from Eugent Clark

 

Dear Aunty,

 

I’m missing everyone

I can’t wait to come back home.

It’s freezing like an ice cube

I can’t wait to come back home.

 

We ran into a blizzard

It was the first time we’d ever seen snow.

The conditions have been terrible.

It was the first time we’d ever seen snow.

 

The food is cold and wet

Almost as cold and wet as I am

But I don’t regret my decision.

 

All I do is rebuild the trenches,

Stock ammunitions, fill up the sandbags

Clean the latrines.

Kill the rats, collect the bodies

Bury the dead. Risk my life!

 

 

Dear Aunty,

 

I’m proud to know that I’m making a difference

And the Empire is in need of my support.

I rebuild trenches without complaining but it’s back-breaking work.

The horrible weather and the sound of gunfire keep me awake.

I can’t help but think of Jamaica

Homesick for the sun on my bones.

 

I miss jerk chicken, playing ball in my yard

Salty sea water, sizzling sun.

Tropical trees, smooth sand,

Joy, my sweetheart.

I miss my family.

 

You were right, we’re just German bait.

We’re just German bait.

I only pray that I see you soon.

You’ll put a smile on my face.

 

Your ever loving nephew,

 

Eugent Clarke

 

The Costume Interpreter enabled students to use a personal viewpoint in their writing. The project met and exceeded expectations – the work produced over the project was of a fantastic quality. – Staff at Colvestone School

 

I learned a lot about how life was back then which really intrigued me and I thought was very interesting. – Beatrice, Year 6 student at Colvestone School

Artfects Workshop: It was brilliant – we got to hold old medals and put on funny clothes. – Layla, Year 5 student at Colvestone School

Artfects Workshop: We got to hold the artefacts and wear the soldier uniforms! We got to hold the guns! Maksymillian & Columba, Year 5 students at Colvestone School

Artfects Workshop: I learned how well preserved things from the war were and what the conditions were like for the majority of soldiers. Max, Year 6 student at Colvestone School

Costumed Interpreter: It was easier to understand because the soldier was acting like it was 1918. Max, Year 6 student at Colvestone School

Costumed Interpreter: The best thing was when he showed us the games they used to play in WW1. – Melvin, Year 6 student at Colvestone School

Costumed Interpreter: I enjoyed making our puppets and seeing them come to life in the end. Beatrice, Year 6 student at Colvestone School

Costumed Interpreter: Trench brothers was one of the best projects ever. – Lily, student at Colvestone School

Costumed Interpreter: Friendship is how you win. – Lana, Year 5 student at Colvestone School

Costumed Interpreter: It is a very good idea to get children in Primary Schools to learn about the war and how was fought. This was an interesting way of teaching it. – Freddie, Year 6 student at Colvestone School

 

 

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Walker Primary School, Enfield

2 December 2014

 

 

LETTER FROM SHER SINGH RANA                           WALKER PRIMARY SCHOOL

 

Dearest Mother and Father,

 

Rain is thrashing down here in France.

The trenches are cold and damp, but we survive them

But we survive them.

 

How is everyone doing in our sweet home in Nepal?

How are the crops?

Good weather?

 

The weather is atrocious, it is raining every day.

I have to twist my clothes to drain the water out.

I’m infected with vile body lice

And had the chats ­seven times.

 

I have seen unspeakable things.

Yesterday a flying pig hit our trench

And many of our men were blown apart .

My best friend was buzzed. It was a terrible battle.

 

I lost a dear friend

There are none left.

I am a changed man

Seeing all these terrible things.

 

I cannot thank you enough for the extra clothes,

The lovely family pictures have kept my spirits up.

 

I’m counting the days till I see you.

 

Your loving son,

 

Sher Singh Rana

 

 

The Costumed Interpreter session improved their empathy and sense of time. It helped when writing about life in the trenches. – Staff at Walker School

The artefacts session was excellent it taught the importance of artefacts with the children wearing gloves. They felt the real equipment and got a sense of what it was like to have these things. – Staff at Walker School

The children performed and sang really well – it gave them an understanding and grasp of the impact of war. – Staff at Walker School

The project gave a huge feeling of pride at being able to tell a story respectfully and giving the soldiers the recognition they deserve. – Staff at Walker School

It gave a better appreciation of the sacrifices that were made, and a vastly improved knowledge of the participation of soldiers from the Commonweatlth countries and their roles. – Staff at Walker School

It was very well organised. – Staff at Walker School

You got to wear the clothes and hold the guns and bullets. – Ananya, student at Walker School

You can tell a story just from a picture. – Priyanka, student at Walker School

The weapons were amazing because they were actually real. – Rupainya, student at Walker School

I learned how to make a puppet and actually started to make one at home. – student at Walker School

Composition: It was nice that people listened to your opinion. – Rana , student at Walker School

Composition: I learnt how to fit lines into musical tunes and choosing the tune. – Guy, student at Walker School

Composition: It was great having a chance to speak up on what you want to sing – the joy when we finished writing it. – Hannah, student at Walker School

Composition: I really enjoyed writing the songs. – Yasemin, student at Walker School

Composition: We spent a long time practising for the performance and it paid off. I learnt how horrible the First World War was and how emotional it was when someone died. It was amazing. – Manolo, student at Walker School

I absolutely loved it! – Guy, student at Walker School

Composition: The puppets were really cool and I enjoyed singing. – Yasemin, student at Walker School

Composition: I think another school should do this project. – Ananya, student at Walker School

 

 

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Our Lady of Lourdes Primary School, Enfield

1 December 2014

 

 

 

LETTER FROM HUKUM SINGH                                  OUR LADY OF LOURDES SCHOOL

 

Dear Sister,

 

I’m writing from a smelly, broken stable.

My duties are to manage all the animals and deliver all the rations.

 

I’m using horses and carts to transport food and supplies

But unfortunately last night, one of our horses died.

Many horses have been killed; a real tragedy, and very sad to see.

We are running out of supplies.

 

The war is dreadful.

Dead bodies in the trenches

Burnt bodies buried in buckets of blood.

Ev’ry night, shrill screams of dying soldiers.

Burnt bodies buried in buckets of blood.

Worn by intensity of battle.

 

With God’s grace, I’ve been spared.

I miss you dearly, and hope you are proud of me.

 

Your loving brother,

 

Major Hukum Singh

Commanding Officer of the Jaipur Imperial Service Transport Corps

 

 

It gave first hand experience of artefacts and brought the past to life. – Staff at Our Lady of Lourdes School

Literacy and history were used mainly – the Education Zone gave good detail and background information. – Staff at Our Lady of Lourdes School

Children saw a song grow and develop giving an understanding of how music can be put together. – Staff at Our Lady of Lourdes School

They learned history almost from first hand experience. – Staff at Our Lady of Lourdes School

The Costumed Interpreter gave insight into the life of a soldier for them to write their letters and develop their understanding. – Staff at Our Lady of Lourdes School

The project brought the whole school and parents together for the performance which received excellent feedback. – Staff at Our Lady of Lourdes School

 

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Gayhurst Community School, Hackney

27-28 November 2014

 

 

LETTER FROM HARDIT SINGH MALIK                   
 
GAYHURST COMMUNITY SCHOOL YEAR 5

Dear Mother,

 

Here is something amazing: I learnt to fly in only one month!

Everyone calls me ‘The Flying Hobgoblin’.

I prefer it in the air,

The wind rushing past,

A great view below,

And you see much less suffering from up here.

 

I fought with the ‘Red Baron’,

Who everybody fears.

My plane was riddled with bullets,

I feel proud about that, proud about that.

 

Every time I shoot down a pilot,

I feel an air of guilt and pride.

The bullets will stay,
To remind me of my pain.

 

This war has ruined men’s lives.

I let down a tear of sadness.

The bags under my eyes are like paper torn to shreds.

I have never forgotten my faith, never forgotten my faith, despite all I’ve seen.

 

When the war ends,

And I hope it does soon,

I will rush home to India.

I hope to be back soon.

 

Your loving son,

Hardit Singh Malik

 

 

 

 

LETTER FROM HERBERT MORRIS                           
 
GAYHURST COMMUNITY SCHOOL YEAR 6

 

 

 

Dear Ma and Pa,

 

I’ve been here a while now,

And to be honest,

I don’t think I can stand it much longer.

 

I hear the sound of gunfire, bombs exploding all around me.

Bullets whistling thorough the air, soldiers screaming, begging for their lives.

 

I miss you all back home: Pa’s stories, Polly’s lies,

Your home cooked meals, and most of all, my comfy bed.

My comfy bed.

 

I feel like I’m losing my mind

But I’m afraid to admit it.

Am I a coward?
Coward?

Coward?

 

Exploding bombs shatter the peaceful night.

Shooting bullets zoom overhead,

Zoom overhead like lightning.

 

I enter the world of foggy gas, swirling around the air.

Sharp shrapnel scrapes past my dry, dark skin,

At night here, the sky lights up like a firework display.

A bomb brings us back to reality, to reality.

 

Will I ever hear the sound of birds

Gracefully singing as calm as the sea?

Will I ever feel the sparkling sun

Caress my face, caress my face?

 

Pray for me as I do for you.

 

Your loving son

Herbert Morris

 

Letter Excerpts from 6W

Dear Ma and Pa,

As you know I’ve been here for a while now, and to be honest I don’t think I can stand it much longer. As I write to you now I can hear the sound of gunfire and bombs exploding around me. Bullets whistling thorough the air, soldiers screaming nearly begging for their lives.

How’s Polly doing? Is she still missing me? Please let her know that I’m missing her badly and I think of her all the time. As a matter of fact I miss all of you lot back home. Pa’s stories, Polly’s lies, your home cooked meals and my most of all my comfy bed. I’d pay anything to have that all back. We’re woken up at 05:00, given bread and water around about 07:00 hours all the while prone to attack.

I’m not doing very well here. I’m stressed in these trenches; they’re cramped and make me feel claustrophobic. I feel like I’m losing my mind but I’m just too afraid to admit to it for fear of my squad calling me a coward. The doctors haven’t been very helpful either they’ve just told me that I need to get use to the war it will be over soon

The smell is just as bad, it’s unbearable; it’s a mixture of blood, fear, sweat, tears and the rotting dead. There are no words that I can use to describe it.

On a more cheerful note, thanks for the parcel the socks are giving me great pleasure. Some of the items you sent were taken by the officers, apparently they’re not allowed (but I know the truth). I’ve placed the picture in my pocket note book next to my heart and it goes everywhere with me.

I must end now, pray for me as I always for you.

Your loving son

 

Herbie

 

 

Letter Home 1

Dearest Mum and Dad,

I am well, as always, physically anyway. I hope all is well with you and the family. The conditions within my regiment are terrible. We have to sleep wherever we can, even standing up! The food is also atrocious, it tastes like cardboard.   My pangs of hunger are sometimes as sharp as the bullets that whizz past.

 

I often hear the screams of men, allies and Germans. I had to go to the hospital today as a stray piece of shrapnel broke my thumb. The pain is like nothing I have ever experienced! I have never seen anything like what I am witnessing. Friends I have made have been shot before my eyes. Barbarically twisted webs of barbed wire have pierced skin and maimed limbs. Sometimes I want to curl up and wait for it to be over. Bombs scream overhead, shattering bodies.

 

I feel terrible about shooting the Bosche, even though it’s for my country. However, there is one disgusting thing, the rats… They are everywhere! They nibble feet and take chunks out of hands; I once saw a rat the size of a cat, scuttling around the trench.

 

The propaganda is false. There is nothing patriotic about living in this filth.

I wish all the best to you back in Blighty. I will come back, I promise.

 

All my Love,

Will

 

 

Letter Home

 

Dear Mother and Father,

 

I am as well as I can be under the circumstances. I hope all is well with the family. No matter what happens, I am going to be alright, so, I hope, are you.

 

I have just been moved back from the front line. All is solemn. Even the light-hearted are serious, although at times we enjoy a quiet song.

 

Shells rip through the air and bullets scream overhead. Like flies, the men around me fall.

 

The daily bombardment does not worry us in the least, and we have not suffered an attack yet, so the men are keen to go over the parapet and push back the merciless Germans.

 

Yesterday I received your parcel. Lots of men are getting trench foot. One man had to be sent on home leave because of a terrible case. His foot was eventually amputated. Luckily the socks prevent that from happening to me. Please make a pair for Walter; he is tragically wounded and has been placed in the infirmary.

 

At night here, the sky lights up like a firework display. We all gaze until a bomb jerks us back to reality.

 

I pray for your well-being every night and day. By any chance, I will see you again soon. Give my love to everyone.

 

May God be with us all,

From Your Loving Son,

Ralph

 

 

A Poem
The War

Exploding bombs shatter the peaceful night.

Shooting bullets zoom over my head as quick as lightning.

Who could want a life so bad, so sad,

so dreadful, so painful.

A life that lures you to death.

 

Heart beating uncontrollable, solemnity seizes my soul.

I enter the world of foggy gas, swirling around the air.

The sharp shrapnel brushes against my dry, dark skin,

Cuts all over me.

A cold river of blood flowing through the rocky trenches.

 

Where will my life lead me to next?

Will I ever hear the sound of birds gracefully singing

as calm as the sea?

Will I ever feel the sparkling sun caressing my face?

I wonder…

This is war!

 

 

 

The costumed interpreter gave a greater understanding of an Indian soldier’s life. – Staff at Gayhurst School

All of the children really enjoyed making puppets and all abilities could achieve. Children who were shy could take part confidently in the production with their puppets. – Staff at Gayhurst School

The children enjoyed singing their song and were really proud and enthusiastic. – Staff at Gayhurst School

The singing was great and the puppets looked brilliant on the day. – Staff at Gayhurst School

You got to learn new facts about the soldier. – Tiargo, student at Gayhurst School

It felt so amazing to be able to touch such special objects. – Cydney, student at Gayhurst School

Getting to make and move the puppets and make the face –being able to personalise your puppet. – Molly, student at Gayhurst School

We think that this experience was really fun and amazing and we would love to do it all over again. – Pau. student at Gayhurst School

I liked holding the gun, learning about the war and seeing the different medals people had won. George, student at Gayhurst School

You got to make your own puppet and take one home. It was well organised. They had all the bits ready and it was really easy to follow. It felt really confident about what I could do. – Tolga, student at Gayhurst School

Getting to preform and express ourselves and learning about that side of history. Demorio, student at Gayhurst School

We think that this experience was really fun and amazing and we would love to do it all over again. Leah , student at Gayhurst School

We loved this and want more of this to come to our school. We want more great performances! – Micah and Evie, students at Gayhurst School

 

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Starks Field Primary School, Enfield

26 November 2014

 

 

LETTER FROM KHUDADAD KHAN                         STARKS FIELD SCHOOL

 

 

Dear Mother,

 

I’m writing this letter from my post in Hollebeke.

Tomorrow we are moving to the front line.

I’m writing this now just in case…

 

Writing to you makes my days light up.

Tell me, have you harvested the crops yet?

Oh, and were there very many of them,

After the birds started eating them in spring?

 

I sleep in a hole and hear raindrops diving.

Instead of birds singing, I hear guns shooting.

Around me I hear thousands of bullets

Flying through the air with exhilarating speed.

 

I miss you and my family.

I’m determined to survive.

I don’t want to be here anymore.

 

The sounds;

The squelching of footsteps,

The noise of the crickets,

The galloping horses, closer to me and my brothers.

The cries of the innocent

The pain and the agony.

Explosions from bombs

Screaming from the blameless ones.

 

I miss you and my family.

I’m determined to survive.

I don’t want to be here anymore.

 

Dear Mother,

Every time I take a breath,

All I taste is blood.

 

Forever yours,

 

Khudadad Khan.

 

 

Student letter

Dear Family,

Please only read this letter when the rest of the family are there. I hope your doing fine at home without me. War is not a nice thing, and I have trench hand so it’s very hard to write.

My fingers are corrupting and it’s very painful. I’m trying to stay hopeful and in my free time I try and write to you. I write my friends letters as well because they can’t write, so I just have enough time to write to you before I go out to the front line in France.

My pencil is about 5cm long and I sharpen it with my knife. I hope to see you all again someday. Can you send me a picture of you and the family to keep me going? I wish I could see you right now and give you a big hub. Remember keep your head up (except if you are in the war.)

Yours sincerely,

Subedar-Khudadad Khan

By Aneesa

 

 

Student letter 2

Subedar Khudadad Khan

129th Baluchis

Hollebeke Ypres

France

 

8th August 1914

Dear Mother and Father,

Writing to you makes my miserable days light up in this dark grey place. I am writing this letter from my new base in Hollebeke, France. I needed to write this letter to you just in case … I do not make it back home. Anyways tomorrow is a very important day for our regiment as we are moving to the front line.

How is everyone? What have my dear sisters been doing? I wish I could come home but I have to do this for my king and country. This war is not glorious and has to be done with discipline. Maybe one day I will be able to come home and lead a normal life much like I used to do.

Life in the trenches is very different to life at home. To start with the food it treacherous and the living conditions are very much the same. We live in long, narrow holes called trenches and I think you will be proud to hear that we dug them ourselves. The trenches are water-logged and very muddy indeed. We spend two weeks at the front line, two weeks at the reserve line and one week where we have time to rest and do not have to do any work. We were told that this alternates throughout the year. Rats crawl all over us but we are used to that now. Although we have to live through these poor conditions I am happy to serve alongside my brothers.

The sounds of gunshots and grenades (large explosives) have become like the sound of leaves rustling in the trees. You are always hearing footsteps stopping and starting in an unbearable way. Tell me, have you harvested the crops yet? Oh and were there very many of them, after them pesky birds started eating them in spring? These past few weeks many of our men have fallen and screams of soldiers have also become like it is no different to a laugh.

Every time I take a breath all I taste is blood. There have been so many deaths so the stench of blood is everywhere. I estimate that there have been over 12,000 deaths. What can I say about the fires well, the smell of smoke hangs in the misty air?

Bullets fly through the air with such speed it is exhilarating

A couple of days ago I faced a severe injury while my regiment and I were using the machine guns to keep back the Germans. Everyone in my regiment had been run down. Seemingly I was the only one left. Whilst I was making my way back to the trenches I was unexpectedly shot in the leg. The Germans started to make their way forwards so I had to think of something quickly. I decided that I would pretend to be dead. I had to act dead until night fall. I stayed there until the battle had finished and the bullets stopped whizzing. I am alright now though.

Did you know that there are rats here as big as your fore-arm? And that we sometimes have to eat them. The weather is the opposite to India; cold, rainy and unfortunately the sun doesn’t shine in the same blistering way.

As you may already know war is violent and harsh. There are many corpses (dead bodies) but at least they do not have to be part of atrocious warfare.

As I say again I wish I could come back home to where I belong, in India.

I send all my love to the family

 

Lots of love Khudadad

-x-

 

 

Student letter 3

Sabedar Khudadad

129th Buluchis

Hollebeke

Ypres

France

8th August 1914

Dear mum:

I am writing this letter from Ypres. Mum I want you to know how I am doing.

 

Mum I can hear grenades booming everywhere and machine gun fire as loud and continuous as a hurricane. I sleep in a hole and I can hear rain drops diving onto the ground. When I wake up instead of hearing birds singing I hear guns shooting rapidly.

Every time in the trench you taste dirt in your mouth, the food is bitter and I just miss all your home made food. The smell is strong and you can smell horse poo and you can smell other strong smells.

Mum I can see wounded men crying in pain, every time I look around me and I just run for my life sometimes I try to help people but I can’t sometimes people drown in the mud but I can’t do anything.

I feel pain and I miss you and I just want to come back home, wear clean clothes and eat nice food. It did not look like this on the propaganda posters they sent us, the men the posters were happy but I’m certainly not happy.

Mum I want to ask you something, how are the children? Love and kisses mum, tell the young ones I love them, write back soon mum.

Your son Khudadad khan.                                                              Sabirin

 

 

Student letter 3

Subedar Khudadad Khan

129th Baluchis

Holebeke

Ypres

France

 

8th August 1914

 

Dear Mother,

I am writing this letter from my post in Hollebeke. The officers say that tomorrow will be an important day for our regiment. I am writing this now because I might not get to write again any time soon.

All around me I can hear thousands of bullets being shot. Grenades booming across the battlefield. The sound was almost deafening. The squelching of footsteps in the mud, the noise of the crickets chirping in between gun fire, the galloping footsteps of horses coming closer and closer to me and my brothers, the cries of the innocent and wounded soldiers lying in pain and agony in the mud, loud explosions from the bombs, rapid machine gun fire, screaming from the blameless ones. The badly wounded ones slowly dying, slowly saying their last words.

I can smell the smoke from the bombs. I can smell the gun powder and taste the gun powder and dirt from the trenches. I can taste the bitter taste from the food.

I can see the dead bodies from the soldiers as young as 16. Bullets flying past me, killing my brothers, the smoke and fire from the hand grenades, people hiding from the Germans because they are scared. They don’t want to die and neither do I. People are being carried away in stretchers, tears rolling down their faces. There is blood everywhere.

Mother I feel scared of moving in to the front line. I’m petrified. It wasn’t what I expected it to be. They said the war would be over by Christmas. I feel like I’m going to get blown to pieces. I want to be with my family. I want to go home. I miss you and my family. I’m determined to survive. I don’t want to be here anymore.

I hope to speak to you soon

Love from Khudadad                                 Shae

 

 

A great presentation from the Army museum – the children were all engaged. – Staff at Starks Field School

The learning zone has improved my subject knowledge greatly. It has enabled me to teach lessons in a fun and creative way, yet still meeting all the objectives set out in the National Curriculum. – Staff at Starks Field School

The puppetry session was so interactive. The final puppets are amazing! The whole school has been commenting on them! – Staff at Starks Field School

The song was owned by the children. They led the direction that the song would take and have been singing the song ever since. It has given them pride! – Staff at Starks Field School

The project went beyond my expectations. I didn’t expect the children to get as much out of it as they ended up getting. It has made the students very respectful of all that happened in WW1 and it has opened them up to the history of the British Empire and their involvement within the war. – Staff at Starks Field School

I learnt how different cultures adapted to the war e.g. Sikhs and their beliefs. – Kaya, student at Starks Field School

I learnt how to hold a rifle correctly. – Bartek, student at Starks Field School

I learnt about the different commands given in the army. – Khadijah, student at Starks Field School

We learnt how to walk like a soldier. – Oyku, student at Starks Field School

I gathered lots of information about Khudadad Khan and realised just how hard it was in the war. – Ellisia, student at Starks Field School

We really enjoyed it. Thank you Trench Brothers! – Student at Starks Field School

 

 

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