World War Two Memoir

I just love waking up to a big bowl of hot steaming soup; we didn’t have that when I was younger; we didn’t have sizzling juicy bacon on the frying pan, for when you potter down the stairs in your slippers and dressing gown. A little frown pops onto my face when I think about how badly the city was destroyed. I would never desire that to happen to this ripped to shreds world.

Screeching death birds were attacking as if wanting to take over the country, then wanting more, wanting the world to suffer and surrender. After living through the awful bombing for months my Mum thought it was enough, so me and my little brother, Kenny, had to be evacuated. So there we were waiting for the old steam train, but still even though I was getting evacuated to safety, who would protect my fragile mother?

At the farm, as evening fell, bombs fell harder and harder; I could feel it in my gut. When I get home will my Mum and Dad be alive? Would I even have a home? Would I be able to go back to a mixed up place? One devastating night a stray bomb hit, which to my calculation was way off the aim. It wiped out part of the farm. Mr and Mrs Beckham, my evacuee parents, were wiped right out like words from a chalkboard. Kenny and I were in the stables grooming the horses.  By a miracle we survived.

Shortly after, we went to live on another farm, but Mr and Mrs Corpse were cruel and vile. Kenny and I learned how to fend for ourselves. One misty night, Kenny ran in screaming. Suddenly a horse squealed. BOOM! BANG! The side of the farm house had vanished! There were streaks of lightning illuminating the sky; terror ran down my face, terror ran down Kenny’s face. Airborne Magic, my horse, was lying on the floor, curled in a ball. Benny, the dog, was under a pile of cushions on the burnt sofa! Would this terror ever end?

Now it’s modern day, the world will take its shape and will always stay the same. They may have hurt us then. We will always stay strong now!  My mind is still full of memories, but my bowl is now empty. It’s a new day. It’s new dawn.

By Lucy K (Yr6)