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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

Conflict in my life

By Isaac Langlois, year 9, Les Beaucamps School

We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans... We shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be… we shall never surrender. But what brought these words also brought horror to my lives.

When I was ten my father was away fighting the war, so my mother had taken me to watch Churchill's speech as she hoped this would help me stop worrying about my father. So we went along but we didn’t just hear the speech. We were the speech, we lived the speech! It inspired us so much that I - William Smith - couldn't wait to join the army.

When the news came of my father’s death, it was devastating but oddly didn’t quench my burning ambitions to become a soldier on the frontlines. I worked harder than ever after the funeral because I thought that I might live up to his name and maybe just maybe, get revenge for him.

Until then, I would take my father’s role as head of the family.

“Mum the government suspect there will be another bombing tonight so let’s sleep in the shelter,” I say.
“No, I’m fed up of sleeping in that cramped bunker and besides, what are the chances of a bomb hitting our house!” she replies.
“Come on mum, it could save our lives!” I plead with her.
“No. I will sleep in my own bed even if it means the death of me!” she shouts back.
I collect a few precious possessions and before I leave, I kiss my mum on the cheek and tell her I love her, with no reply.

That was the last I saw of my mum. Later that night we heard the bombs and in the morning I found the house in flaming ruins…

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