A Year of War

A Year of War

Book 1 - The Boys of the Dardanelles - April 1915

Posted on: Saturday, April 25, 2015

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Closing my eyes I focus on the sound of the water as it laps against the side of the boat. It is calming, peaceful, reminding me of home and of fishing with my father.
            But I am a long way from home and that is made painfully clear as I open my eyes and look across the water towards the beach and the ridge beyond. Flashes pepper the crest, mixing with the crack of rifle fire to create an unholy symphony of death.
Like a swarm of mindless insects we sail steadily onwards, seemingly oblivious of the impending danger, every second bringing us closer to those Turkish guns.
There’s no turning back now.

The Ode

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; 
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. 
At the going down of the sun and in the morning 
We will remember them.

Lest We Forget

Welcome to A Year of War

Posted on: Monday, April 20, 2015

A Year of War is a year long creative writing project aimed at younger readers. Each month we will post a short blog-story detailing one boy's experiences during the First World War. Although fictitious it will paint a vivid picture of what life was like for many of these men, many of whom were just boys.

Aligned with the calendar months, you will be able to read in real time, discovering what happened during 1915/16 and learning a little of the history along the way.

Come back on Anzac Day, April 25, to read the first story and then follow on each month as he goes through a year of war. Lest We Forget.

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