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Ark Kings Academy<br />
<strong>Journal</strong> of Remembrance<br />
A collection of student work on war<br />
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Foreword<br />
This collection of work was produced by the students of Ark Kings Academy<br />
for Remembrance Day 2016. Students were asked to reflect on the<br />
topic of ‘war’ and to write or draw their own interpretations.<br />
All of the competition entries were of a very high standard as the quality<br />
of work in this book demonstrates which made the judging of this competition<br />
very difficult.<br />
I am very proud of the students response to this competition and the<br />
creativity, critical thinking, reflection and love for history that they have<br />
demonstrated.<br />
I hope you enjoy reading and viewing their work.<br />
Mr C. McElwaine<br />
Teacher in Charge of History<br />
Ark Kings Academy<br />
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Contents<br />
1st Prize written work………………………………………………………….Pg. 4<br />
Caitlin Thomas……………………………………………………………Pg. 4<br />
Chloe Suzuki………………………………………………………………Pg. 5<br />
2nd Prize written work………………………………………………………..Pg. 7<br />
Jamie - Ray Chandler…………………………………………………..Pg.7<br />
Neneh Gibbeh Barry……………………………………………………Pg. 9<br />
3rd Prize written work………………………………………………………...Pg. 11<br />
Heather Neath…………………………………………………………..Pg. 11<br />
Abbas Naqvi……………………………………………………………..Pg. 13<br />
1st Prize artwork……………………………………………………………….Pg. 20<br />
Haaris Ebohon……………………………………………………………Pg.20<br />
Harriet Verona……………………………………………………………Pg. 21<br />
2nd prize artwork……………………………………………………………...Pg.22<br />
Paris McLoughlin…………………………………………………………Pg.22<br />
Keeley - Marie Sheward………………………………………………..Pg.23<br />
3rd Prize artwork……………………………………………………………….Pg.24<br />
Charlotte Pullen………………………………………………………….Pg.24<br />
Lois Brooks…………………………………………………………………Pg.25<br />
Experiences of war…………………………………………………………...Pg. 28<br />
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1st Prize Writing<br />
Caitlin Thomas (KS3) , Keep Calm and Carry On<br />
“Smile old chaps, nothing’s going on here.”<br />
The newspapers broadcast louder than<br />
the cries of limbless men stumbling home.<br />
“The war will have ended by Christmas.”<br />
The posters fluttered like the mothers<br />
waiting for their sons to help take the tree down.<br />
“All women like soldiers, sign up now!”<br />
The radio muttered as the soldiers sat<br />
alone and liverish as they drank their ale.<br />
“There’s a space for you, why not take it?”<br />
Shouted the colonel that once had four boys<br />
by his side which are now in the ground.<br />
“Your country needs you”<br />
Until you are lying fatally broken making<br />
no sound.<br />
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Chloe Suzuki (KS4), The Posh Lad<br />
Prior<br />
I was a lucky person to be born into a life where I had a sturdy roof over my<br />
head and where food was always on the table. My parents were wealthy,<br />
had a good reputation and were widely popular amongst their ‘group of<br />
people’. When I was younger they were both extremely busy individuals, but<br />
still made time for their only child – me.<br />
That is a slight backstory of me. However, I have my own small family now: a<br />
beautiful wife called Lillian, and two wonderful children – my eldest, Walter,<br />
and my youngest, Claude. The reason I introduce my family now is that I will<br />
be going to war for the first time, and I fear that I will not return.<br />
Present<br />
Autumn<br />
I am walking through the trenches, which will be my home for the next few<br />
weeks or months. As I do, my heavy leather boots sink into the sloppy, dark,<br />
damp mud on the ground, where I struggle to pull my foot out. When I do, I<br />
topple over and graze my elbow. Men laugh with a cackly tone. I lift myself<br />
up and brush the mess off my uniform, trying to ignore the fact that they are<br />
saying I am a “goopy posh lad.”<br />
Winter<br />
It’s night time, where the air is more bitter and cold than it is in the morning.<br />
Flakes of snow fall to the ground softly. I try concentrating on them drifting<br />
below, but it does not help me take my mind off the dropping temperatures<br />
or the curse words people throw at each other across the trenches. Frostbite<br />
nibbles at my fingers, making them shake, tips turning to a sickened purple. I<br />
will go to sleep so that I can have enough energy to work tomorrow. This is<br />
only the start. I’m doubting whether I will stand a chance alongside these<br />
strong, courageous men. I am not the man I thought I was going to be. I’m<br />
just off the boat…<br />
Spring<br />
I have received a parcel off Lillian that is as big as my palm, thicker than an<br />
inch. With my heart beating fast and my emotions rising, I rip open the<br />
brown paper wrapping and bite off the ribbon. Inside, there is a tin full of<br />
sweet delicacies: hard, glazed glass candies which smell as sweet as her signature<br />
perfume. Berry, lavender, pear, peach, fill my senses. Oh, how it<br />
brings an ocean of tears at the back of my eyes. to live.<br />
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I remember last Christmas when she wore a silky black gown with ice bejewelled<br />
on the shoulder straps, her onyx hair in an updo matching perfectly<br />
with her lavish garment. I miss her laugh that fills up the room without being<br />
too loud, and the softness of her hand in mine. I remember that, before I<br />
left, my boys reached out to me and hugged me, where I felt their warmth<br />
in the centre of my chest. I shall make a promise to return. For them.<br />
Summer<br />
The war has started, and already I spot an old friend amongst my crowd. His<br />
face is stern and focused like the other men, his jade green eyes locked on<br />
the men in front of him. I get ready and quietly load the bullets into my<br />
heavy rifle, about to head into a future, raging bloodbath, and save my<br />
country.<br />
I hear men shouting to each other to watch out for grenades, to load their<br />
weapons, or, from the top of their lungs in a hoarse voice, “help!” I duck<br />
and try to dodge the bullets which are firing at me, staying cautious of<br />
where to step because of the enlarged, carved-out openings in the ground.<br />
As I get to the screaming man, I look down. I see his leg, shot straight<br />
through the bone, flesh severed, showing his muscles which look stringy and<br />
deformed. Chunky crimson blood oozes from his wound every time he<br />
breathes in. His throat sounds dry and weak too. He is panicking, tears<br />
streaming down from his eyes and teeth gritted together firmly from excruciating<br />
pain. I shout for a medic who is nearby, and he runs over. I help to<br />
bandage the wound to stop blood from his escaping his body. He asks if he<br />
is going to live. I say “yes” to reassure him, so that he isn’t more distressed<br />
than he already is. The terrible feeling washes over me after his pulse stops.<br />
The colour drains from his cheeks in moments, and I suddenly feel sick. I<br />
have been shot.<br />
I stumble to the grass, where my head slams off the ground. My helmet feels<br />
like it is digging through my neck, but I can’t concentrate on that. My heartbeat<br />
is slowing down, a shrill high-pitched noise rings in my ear. I taste a<br />
coppery liquid froth up from my throat, which I believe is my blood when I<br />
raise my limp arm to touch it. I see a moving body hovering above me – telling<br />
me muffled words which I can’t decrypt. The suffering is starting to<br />
come, as I feel a strangling strain in my lungs. I am trying hard to keep my<br />
eyes open, but –<br />
Epilogue<br />
There you see a soldier’s life flash in plain sight, Where he lived and he<br />
fought, But he had passed to heaven to see the light. His family will miss him<br />
greatly indeed, Where he gave them love and gave them laughter Now his<br />
soul wanders peacefully in the fields of poppies and their seeds.<br />
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2nd Prize Writing<br />
Jamie-Ray Chandler (KS3) , We March On<br />
For thousand of years we marched across distant and foreign lands. We<br />
marched into battles for Emperors who used us as pawns in their everlasting<br />
game of chess. But we marched against even those who merely thought<br />
differently, massacring them and those they associated with<br />
Yet those who controlled use evolved a few hundred years later, we<br />
marched for reasons other than whims of some tyrannical king. We<br />
marched to bring civilization to lowly savages. But alas, we did not evolve as<br />
much as one would like, only causing evil to spread. We marched with<br />
death, destruction, discrimination and degradation, spreading the unrightful<br />
lands of the many empires of Europe. Those we marched by, were<br />
mutilated or enslaved, the never ceasing violence against the defenceless<br />
natives only came to a standstill when the masters revolted against each<br />
other.<br />
Yet again we would march, but this march was different. As we marched<br />
along the once beautiful fields of Flanders, we witnessed an unimaginable<br />
horror never seen before. Those you marched along with would breathe<br />
their last breath with the corrosive vapours of chlorine, their lungs dissolved<br />
into a satanic fluid. We marched into a no man’s land only to be cut down.<br />
Again and again and again we marched, for four maddening years until it<br />
ended.<br />
Our march, we believed also to have ended, until one like us, a marcher,<br />
grew to prominence, expressing the belief that we had been betrayed! Betrayed<br />
by rats and the filth of society! So yet again the entire world was our<br />
target. But our belief of embarrassment through our past defeat caused by<br />
a fictional betrayal only betrayed us. The ones referred to as filth were only<br />
seen as so, as we were blinded and as a result, 6 million of those entitled<br />
filthy were exterminated unjustly. It was us who were now the filth because<br />
we were mislead by the true rats to cause the demise of 10’s of millions in a<br />
second great march.<br />
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But still we march, not as before, as it is under the banner of complete<br />
annihilation, as to march wrongly will cause the marching of weapons great<br />
enough to dwarf all of our actions combined over our entire history by splitting<br />
the littlest of particles.<br />
We who march, we are the common man, slaves of combat, the soldier.<br />
Called so as we are seen as being strong and courageous and the role<br />
models of society. But we are tired and depressed, all we want is to stop<br />
marching. But we have too much to lose, we fear for those we love and<br />
hold dear, that they will be met with a foreign threat and wiped out. We<br />
march even if it is not ideal to die in some far away soil never to see our<br />
loved ones again. We march on so those we march for do not have to<br />
themselves even if they do not want us to go. We march on...for them.<br />
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Neneh Gibbeh Barry (KS4), My Mom Was a War Witch<br />
I was born at a time of dejection, hatred and pain. A time of war. Nevertheless,<br />
she still calls me a lucky child. My mother. Sometimes I understand her,<br />
but sometimes I don’t. She hardly ever speaks about my father. All I know is<br />
that she met him when they were both child rebels, in Uganda. It’s not that<br />
she chose to be one; she was forced to after killing my grandparents. To be<br />
honest with you, for me, I’d rather be killed than to kill my parents. But I can’t<br />
judge, because I’ve never been in that kind of situation.<br />
It has been thirteen years now, and rebels still exist. I always asked my Mother<br />
how she escaped that rebel camp. To be honest, I don’t even know that<br />
my father is dead or alive, or if he still is a rebel.<br />
I am very shocked with the fact that she prepared the seats for me, to have<br />
a serious talk. It seemed that I have reached the age to be told the whole,<br />
tragic, story.<br />
She first sits down faintly, and looks at me rather pitifully, and sighs. It feels<br />
like she is going to say something even more horrible than I am expecting.<br />
“Your father wants to speak to you” she says, and stops, like she is waiting for<br />
me to say that I believe her.<br />
“Have you been well?” She says. “This is your father speaking” she adds.<br />
I had already been confused, from the beginning, and now cannot follow,<br />
for my mind is already blown.<br />
“My mother’s gone crazy” I think.<br />
“Amaka… Amaka…” My mother calls to me. “Are you listening? Your father<br />
is trying to sp-.“<br />
Just as she is about to finish her sentence, I get up drastically with a very<br />
loud, screeching chair. I look at my mother in despair.<br />
“Mother, I think that the porridge I started cooking is burning,” I say, with<br />
tears nearly running down my cheeks. “I’ll go and check it now.”<br />
I try rushing out of the room, but my mother calls out to me again. I slowly<br />
turn around after wiping the tears from my face.<br />
“Yes, mother?” I answer, trying, very hard, to sound comfortable.<br />
“Come back and sit down.” She doesn’t seem to be cross, but her face tells<br />
me she does not feel good, either.<br />
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My mother drags another chair next to us. “Sit here, and we’ll talk.” She<br />
speaks to thin air as she talks.<br />
“Mother, are you.. perhaps.. speaking to Daddy?” I ask hesitantly.<br />
She nods her head, faintly thinking that I understand.<br />
“Your father died while trying to save me, and you.” She speaks as if she is<br />
about to lose her voice. “It was a time when the White Tigers were fighting<br />
with the Bulldogs. They were the names of the rebel groups,” she continues.<br />
“We planned to escape that night because we did not want the group<br />
leader to know that I was pregnant. We would have all died if he had<br />
known. He knew anyway. He hunted assassins to hunt us down. Your father<br />
was shot during that assassination, and I fled to a faraway town by a canoe<br />
alone.” My mother finishes talking, and my eyes and face are filled with<br />
tears already.<br />
“So, are you saying that you are seeing my dead father right now?” I ask.<br />
“Yes. I started seeing dead people when the rebel leader asked me to drink<br />
the spiritual dew from the Amani tree,” she says.<br />
“So, this is what war is,” I say to myself.<br />
War has caused me to lose my father, caused my mother to be a runaway<br />
rebel, and led her to become delusional. This will cause me to feel sorry for<br />
her for my whole life.<br />
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3rd Prize Writing<br />
Heather Neath (KS3), Consequences of War<br />
Smoke fills the polluted air as I walk across this godforsaken place I used to<br />
call home. The year being 1939 during WWII and the time, day and month<br />
unknown. My uniform covered in dirt, blood of others and other things that<br />
smell disgusting. The air having smoke in it with a hit of decaying and rotting<br />
bodies.<br />
This was the New England.<br />
As I walked across the dirtied and bloodied battleground I could hear the<br />
sound of bombs, people screaming, crying and begging for mercy but all I<br />
heard after than was the bang of the guns. It was an apocalypse out here.<br />
Being distracted by thoughts of when will this all end, I didn’t hear the shouts<br />
of my fellow soldiers to move and duck, but all I heard was the bang of that<br />
dreaded, heavy metal machinery. I was shot.<br />
I had felt a searing pain in my chest as the bullet pierced my body, blood<br />
poured out of me like a fountain of blood. I could hardly hear my fellow soldiers<br />
as I unwillingly fell to my knees, then my back. My vision was slowly becoming<br />
black as all I heard were muffled sounds. I started to feel cold,<br />
numb and tired. I was fighting myself not to close my eyes but the urge was<br />
getting stronger.<br />
Then I realised something, the bombs, the lives taken, homes destroyed and<br />
the terror all represent one thing. A consequence of the war. Suddenly, the<br />
urge to close my eyes took over and all I saw was darkness. All of my past<br />
memories, of me, my friends and family came rushing towards me.<br />
And that leads us up to here. The white light that I see, forcing me to go to it<br />
and I unwilling more to it but there is an upside, I can finally escape from the<br />
grasp and consequences of war.<br />
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Goodbye England.<br />
I hope you recover.<br />
Time skip: 2016<br />
On one long gravestone it says:<br />
“Here lies one of the great soldiers of WWII who passed away from a fatal<br />
shot by the opposite side, she will be missed dearly by others around her”.<br />
That same gravestone is where I was buried many years ago. My dead sprit<br />
grows old and lingers like the consequences of war. The people still in wars,<br />
fighting for freedom then the cycle will start all over again. No matter what<br />
the consequences.<br />
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Abbas Naqvi (KS4), Remember Those<br />
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Highly Commended<br />
Dana Burdan (KS3) , WWII<br />
“John! I think we’re losing him!” A concerned man practically dressed in<br />
crimson red had shouted out. He was tending to another man’s wounds, it<br />
seems as if he had been shot. He coughed up blood, using the last of his<br />
strength to rasp out “leave…before the…G-g-ermans arrive…”. The man<br />
was horrified, he wasn’t going to leave him. “I’m not going to lose you,<br />
dammit!” Tears that had been forming in the back of the man’s eyes had<br />
finally began to fall. “T-tell mother…that I l-love her…” Another cough of<br />
blood, his skin was a pale ghostly white, although you could barely tell within<br />
the gloomy atmosphere.<br />
The man had clenched his teeth and fists, trying to stop himself from<br />
screaming out. But no, it wasn’t enough. He had cried out to his partner<br />
again. “John! Help me! My brother his d-…” He had turned to his partner.<br />
Paralysed. His body was as stiff as a board.<br />
“J-John?” It didn’t seem he was going to get a response anytime soon. So<br />
was surprised to hear John’s crooked voice, almost whispering out. “They’re<br />
here…”Silence. The guns had stopped firing, darkness had consumed the<br />
area. The bomb had detonated. Everything was gone …<br />
“‘The world will end one day’. That’s what my father would tell me. I believed<br />
him of course. I just didn’t expect it so soon … Our voices have been<br />
abridged, taken away. The only sounds left are gun shots and the melancholy<br />
of the world. The suffering. That’s all that’s left now…” Said a man, low<br />
in spirits. “Ohh come on John. You sound so mundane, lighten up and share<br />
a meal with the rest of the lads.” A voice had followed.<br />
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The rest of the squadron had been sitting in a damaged building, barely<br />
standing due to sleep deprivation, they were eating their rations. They<br />
needed all the nutrients they could get to survive. Keeping this fact in mind,<br />
John had joined the rest, sticking next to two men in particular. Davie and<br />
Gerald. They were similar in their ways, but had subtle differences. Them<br />
being brothers, called out a lot of sibling rivalry, but they knew they would<br />
always have each other’s backs.<br />
As John sat next to them, Davie had spoken. “They say Germans are heading<br />
this way. With gases and bombs of all sorts.” Davie was the younger<br />
brother, and often more curious, sometimes even a bit gullible. His brother<br />
had doubtedly returned with “ohh stop being so apprehensive. There’s no<br />
way the Germans could get her so quickly”. Not listening to his brother’s<br />
warnings, he went on with the rest of his day, patrolling the area. Several<br />
hours had passed. The first gunshot was heard, followed by 100 others.<br />
They weren’t expecting it, they didn’t listen. Throughout the gunshots, a<br />
familiar phrase could be heard.<br />
“John! I think we’re losing him!”<br />
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Olivia Agbe (KS3), The Truth Beyond War<br />
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Katriana (KS3), Gone but Never Forgotten<br />
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Faridah Binuyo (KS4), War<br />
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Keeley Marie Sheward, Untitled<br />
“We stood there. In heavy rain. Flooded trenches. Clothing soaked in an unnatural<br />
darkness of a late afternoon. Rain beating down upon the helmets,<br />
the sky dancing around with vibrant colours of hot silver, shaking the misfit of<br />
deadly lightning trespassing across the land of God. Glorious, twirling, icy<br />
breezes ripple between the gas mask buckles. Unpathed paths awash with<br />
mud emerge endlessly through the sunken city of bodies. Sinking layers of<br />
deep, burgundy soil colours streams and rivers are swollen from the steel toe<br />
capped boots to the horizon and beyond.<br />
And there, in sync, we marched.”<br />
Cameras pan across the room, the veteran readjusts his uniform while the<br />
flustered young interviewer scribbles in the corner, clicking the pen a few<br />
times.<br />
“Mr Tyler… I am going to ask a personal question, if I may?” Leaning backwards,<br />
the interview disconnects all eye contact.<br />
“Go ahead, the young people need to know!” He smiles, a raspy chuckle<br />
escapes his thin lips.<br />
“Do you remember the first man you killed? Did you even know them?”<br />
Mr Tyler’s spirit dies, hands placed neatly on his lap. Tea brewed as a pleasantry<br />
action becomes the focus for them.<br />
“I do. I remember. I didn’t know them, but I remember their face. We were<br />
fighting the Germans, as you would have guessed. The Germans had released<br />
a new tactic in order to defeat us… We were trying to prevent the<br />
Nazi’s exposure to more land. So when we were attacked, despite being<br />
only 18 at the time, I was told to hold, point, shoot and kill the enemy. Then,<br />
when having the threat come into my view, I followed exactly what I was<br />
taught. To spill blood. He was German, yes, but as I stripped him of life, I<br />
questioned about whether he had a family, friends, the usual, but I close my<br />
eyes and see his own orbs. The man’s eyes seemed to gleam with a baleful<br />
fire, but his dark face remained as unchangeable as marble, secrets threading<br />
a woeful story. It was difficult to describe his features, no tapering cheekbones,<br />
just a judicial eye and a critical nature. I won’t forget his eyes. I won’t<br />
forget him. Now, lest you forget.”<br />
“Oh, thank you, Mr Tyler.”<br />
“You’re very welcome…”<br />
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1st Prize Artwork<br />
Haaris Ebohon (KS3), Remembrance Day<br />
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Harriet Verona (KS4), Lest We Forget<br />
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2nd Prize Artwork<br />
Paris Mcloughlin (KS3), War<br />
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Keeley Marie Sheward (KS4), Untitled<br />
“I feel as if, in this day and age, we are so focused on technology and wanting the<br />
best materials we stray away from the more important issues in the world. Wars.<br />
Poverty. Famine.”<br />
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3rd Prize Artwork<br />
Charlotte Pullen (KS3), Untitled<br />
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Lois Brooks (KS4), Never Forget<br />
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Highly Commended<br />
Naomi Jeffery (KS3), Untitled<br />
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Neneh Gibbeh Barry (KS4), A View of War<br />
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Andrew’s Experience<br />
Age: 15<br />
Location: Central African Republic<br />
“I used to have a good life. But since the<br />
war started, things have changed”. Andrew<br />
pauses as he remembers happier times. His life is very different now.<br />
“I’ve seen people beheaded. I’ve seen people have their hands and noses<br />
cut off. I’ve seen their bodies cut into pieces. My parents were killed. Some<br />
other family and friends too. There are lots of things that I miss. I miss school<br />
and my school friends but I can’t go anymore. Its not safe to go.”<br />
How has Andrew’s life changed because of war?<br />
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What effect do you think this has had on Andrew?<br />
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Andrew says that he misses the very simple things that he used to enjoy.<br />
What everyday things would you miss the most in a conflict situation?<br />
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Dima’s Experience<br />
Age: 10<br />
Location: Syria<br />
“We were inside the car waiting for my<br />
Dad when the rocket fell. I went out with<br />
my mother to look for him. There was a<br />
lot of dust, I couldn’t breathe. My Mum<br />
was screaming… people were crying<br />
and there was lots of blood.”<br />
10 year old Dima and her family were in a line of cars waiting to escape the<br />
violence in Syria. A month earlier their home had been destroyed by<br />
another rocket. Her Dad had got out to see what the hold up in the line<br />
was. Now he lay dead.<br />
“I recognised him from his boots. His face was covered in blood. My Mum<br />
was shaking him. I didn’t know what to do, I only felt my heart was beating<br />
faster than ever.”<br />
How has Dima’s life changed because of war?<br />
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What impact do you think war has had on Dima’s future?<br />
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War in Syria started in 2011. What do you think are some of the long term<br />
effects of war on a country?<br />
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Charles’s Experience<br />
Age: 16<br />
Location: Uganda<br />
No one knows how long the landmine had been there...<br />
But there it was waiting silently for its victim. He wasn't a<br />
soldier or a fighter, he was a schoolboy called Charles.<br />
He became a statistic — one of the ten thousand or so<br />
children killed or injured worldwide by landmines every<br />
year.<br />
Charles had already lost both his parents. The landmine<br />
blew off his leg, and threatened to cripple his entire<br />
future.<br />
His uncle already had his hands full with his own children. He worked hard to<br />
put food on the table and couldn't afford to take Charles to school.<br />
And so aged 14, Charles was stuck at home, unhappy and uneducated. A<br />
burden to those around him. Until a charity helped him get to school.<br />
What happened to Charles?<br />
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What impact do you think war has had on Charles’s mental health?<br />
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Landmines are hard to see and very difficult to remove from the ground.<br />
Why do you think so many children are harmed by them each year?<br />
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Anne’s Experience<br />
Age: 15<br />
Location: Democratic Republic of the Congo<br />
“One day I was out collecting water with my aunty.<br />
We met a group of soldiers and one of them told me<br />
to go with him. I was afraid he was going to kill me.<br />
He violently attacked me and then he gave me back<br />
my water can and ordered me to collect water for him.<br />
After that I really suffered. My body was very badly damaged. I had to stop<br />
going to school because the other children laughed at me and I couldn’t<br />
concentrate in class. Sometimes I would shake so much, I had terrible nightmares.<br />
Whenever I saw a soldier or a man I would remember what<br />
happened and I couldn’t look at them – I was so scared.<br />
What happened to Anne?<br />
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How did this attack from a soldier impact on Anne?<br />
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After the events of war children are often left with fear for a long time. What<br />
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Malala Yousafzai’s Experience<br />
Age: 19<br />
Location: Pakistan<br />
In 2009 when she was 11, Yousafzai wrote a blog<br />
telling the world about her life under the rule of<br />
the Taliban occupation and the attempts to<br />
take away education from young girls.<br />
As a result of this, the Taliban agreed to kill her<br />
and as she boarded her school bus a gunman<br />
shot Yousafzai three times. She was transferred<br />
from Pakistan to a hospital in Birmingham for life<br />
saving treatment.<br />
After making a full recovery, Yousafzia started a worldwide campaign to<br />
make sure that everyone has the right to education particularly girls. She has<br />
won many awards for her work including a Nobel Prize.<br />
Why was Yousafzia targeted by the Taliban?<br />
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President Obama has called Yousafzia an inspiration. Why is her story so<br />
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During conflicts schools often become the front line of war. Why do you<br />
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_______________________ Experience<br />
Age: ____<br />
Location: _________________________<br />
What have you learned today about the impact of war on children across<br />
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What do you think the biggest consequence of war is on people?<br />
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What has been the experience that struck you most? Why was this the<br />
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Why do you think it is important to remember the consequences of war and<br />
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Ark Kings Academy<br />
<strong>Journal</strong> of Remembrance<br />
Contributors:<br />
Haaris Ebohon<br />
Chloe Suzuki<br />
Paris Mcloughlin<br />
Neneh Gibbeh Barry<br />
Charlotte Pullen<br />
Abbas Naqvi<br />
Caitlin Thomas<br />
Harriet Verona<br />
Jamie-Ray Chandler Lois Brooks<br />
Heather Neath<br />
Keeley Marie Sheward<br />
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