Category: Writing

Day 1:

I’m so proud to be here, for my country and with my country! I will do my best to succeed in my work and follow orders at all times, making sure no-one stands in my path and to make sure that we win in victorious. My family are safe in their homes, I am doing this for them! I have to do this! I have to!

Day 2

I have killed an innocent man… he was on the floor pleading for help, or what I thought he was doing. He had no arm and was heavily bleeding, I knew it wasn’t someone that I know, so out of shock I shot him… just there on the spot. Shot him. What have I become, a murderer? for what? what do I earn out of this? why can’t there be peace in the world? Why can’t everyone just get along with each other?

Day 3

The trenches are giving me a hard time, having to stay awake most of the time, no showers, baths and no soap… The floor is wet and it’s a challenge just to walk around, this is not a nice place to live in, but for how long would I be here for? maybe days, or years. who knows? or hours… minutes… Even seconds. I can die right here right now or I can live until I’m 87 with a nice home and some popcorn watching tele with my friends. I shouldn’t of signed up to be here… should of stayed with my family

Day 4

I can’t cope! People dying next to me, people I know! People who I have ate with and travelled with. My friends, most of them dead. Why not me? why do I have to survive? I want my family! I don’t want to stay here by myself anymore! Please! Help! Get me out of this evil place…. At least my family are alright… right? oh no… the thought of it. they have to be alright. I did this for my family… to make them have a nice life not a terrible one… oh no what have I done…

Day 5

My family are reported dead… a bomb hit their house… why am I even writing this diary anymore? I should be shooting people and helping my friends… no, not anymore, I’m not a killer, I’m not going to stay here any longer. Rats everywhere, damp water on the walls, ants, insects, lice. This is torture, how can anyone volunteer to do this? No one knows how hard this is, the trench life… is not a life, its a death sentence!

Against:

P: I don’t think the bible is the best option when making moral choices.
E: This is because many people can help you out like friends, family and so on.
E: I know this because my family help me in a lot of stuff and tell me what I should/shouldn’t do
L: This is why the bible is not the best option when making moral choices.

P: I don’t think the bible is the best option when making moral choices.
E: This is because when you watch T.V for example, there is police programs that shows the viewers what people can get arrested for
E: I know this because I used to watch these programs at night time and these programs have really good explanations on what is good/wrong to do.
L: This is why the bible is not the best option when making moral choices

For:

P: I think the bible is the best option when making moral choices.
E:This is because the bible shows you many good things that saints and massagers have wrote in the bible itself.
E: I know this because in the bible it tells you how you should help people when they need it and not to ignore people
L: This is why the bible is the best option when making moral choices.

P: I think the bible is the best option when making moral choices
E: This is because in the old and new testament is different in ways that can be right and wrong.
E: I know this because in the old testament it was really angry and aggressive, yet in the new one it was about Jesus being calm and nice towards people who hurt him
L: This is why the bible is the best option when making moral choices.

Propaganda was used mostly by images. These images were shown to make their allies or other countries around the world feel bad or angry about what’s happening, or to influence someone to do something. For an example, in class we learnt about this photo that the German soldiers were escorting the Belgium civilians somewhere. No-one knows if the soldiers were helping or just taking them to a camp to set them in jail/execute them. But what we do know is that this photo made Brittan influenced to help them and that resulted in millions of deaths. So all this time, the German soldiers were probably trying to escort the Civilians somewhere so they can be safe and not in the gunfire and Brittan just started war with them for no reason, or Brittan started war for a good reason to save the people of Belgium and to bring the German people to a halt and stop their evil across the globe. Propaganda could of been used for anything. For all we knew the whole ‘war’ could of been a setup. For all we know, the president of Austria-Hungary and his wife didn’t get shot as this COULD of been used just to trigger a war between many peaceful nations.

In my opinion, i don’t think there is such a thing as a just war. I believe this because war is a very bad and tragic thing do happen. War means death and death is bad. For whatever reason that there has to be for war to commence, it shouldn’t be as far as people killing each-other. Most people think war is fun and exciting but really it just ends up in people dying and might end up you dying yourself. Thats’s why i think that there is no such thing as a ‘just’ war. To back up my point i would like to show this statement: ‘the Nazis were responsible for the genocide of European Jews (6 million killed)’ This shows that 6 million European jews were killed by the Nazis. So this also shows that war can turn into a racist type of way.

‘and of Slavs, Roma, homosexuals, and other minority groups (an additional 5 million killed)’ this also shows that war can be homophobic as well as racist

I tried so hard to think. It’s too late now. Its over. So many options but its too late! i should of listened to my gut.

I was sitting in my chair with my best friend Jason. I could see busses from the view. It was amazing, the air was so refreshing. Me and Jason were talking about how glamorous it is in kennington. “Look at the cars go pass, they seem so different to where i am from. Don’t you think?” Jason said. “Wait, what do you mean by different?” I asked. At this point I was getting a little bit confused since i know that he lives right next to me. Jason started to laugh. “Ha Ha Ha, I’m just joking pal! You know I’m not stupid. I’m just pranking you.” Jason spitted out. I was angry at Jason but he was just having a little fun. But then Jason started to say something to me. “Hey, remember when i pranked those three or four men from brighton? No? Alright then. I’ll tell you about it.” Jason started to talk about when he pranked these four people. These people were very big people he said.        “Hey, when i pranked these people, they just started at me. I can’t remember what i said to them but i think i made them get angry at me. What could i possibly say to get them angry?” I started to laugh at Jason at how he could be so brave to prank four or three grown men that seem pretty old.    “Wow.” I Replied. “I was really into that story Jason, however it got me the shivers at one point when you said that they started to get very angry.                    “Yeah i know. I got scared by just telling you the story, knowing that these men seemed old and knowing that they could of done something to me.”  We stood up and started to look around. We saw an old lady looking at us. “Hello there! How are you?” I asked the old lady. The lady didn’t respond. So i just waved and headed inside.”Jason, who is that old lady? one of your mums friend or something?” I asked politely. Jason stayed quiet for a few seconds and then answered “No i don’t know them.” We both started to change the subject so we don’t get distracted my this old lady in the our direction. “So, how is life here in kennington? good?” Jason asked me.            “Yeah it’s pretty good. i like the fact how it is always peace and quiet so no one is loud.” I replied. “cool. thats amazing because since i live in brixton it’s always loud for in my area.” Jason said.   We both went inside to get some salt and vinigar crisps. “Wow this is actually a nice life you have got here dude. You have the fresh air, the food, the view. You’re a very lucky person dude.” Jason said to me. “Yeah i know. I guess i am lucky.” I replied. We carried on talking, but then out of the ordinary, we heard some noises. the noises sounded like a mouse running across the floorboards. But insted of a small mouse it seemed like a 4 foot long mouse. “What’s that noise?” Jason asked me. “I dont know. This has never ever happend to me before in my entire life.” I replied back. We heard the noises come louder and louder. And then all of a sudden, there was a stop. We looked around for around five secounds then stood up. we walked to the window and saw something. “Wow. It’s just a parade. How am i getting scared like this…?” I asked myslef. We both walked outside into the balcony, however as soon as we went outside, there was no-one outside, but only the old lady was there, but with a few friends this time. there was around three old ladys this time. They were all looking at us. But why? Why do they keep staring? They proberly have mental issuses and just need to stare at people. We started to talk about about why theese ladys stare at us, and agreed that the ladys proberly think we are releated to them and they are trying to catch our attention. So we went inside again. We sat down and started to watch television. We were watching an action movie. We sat down watching it for about 15 minutes. But we got interupted by noises. It sounded like a Clumping noise. We went back outside again to check. There was no explenation. But the three ladys were gone. “Thank goodness they are not here.” Said Jason in relief. “I guess they got bored of stareing and just went back inside to watch a little bit of television as well. “Wait a secound, i need to go to the bathroom.” Said Jason to me. I nodded my head and jason went. I carried on watching the action movie for around 1 hour and 5 minutes. Jason hasn’t came back yet. I was wondering where he went. So i walked towards the bathroom and i couldn’t find Jason. The bathroom door was unlocked so i went inside to check if Jason was there. Jason was not there either so i started to panic. I walked into my bedroom and saw a note. i was starting to get happy because Jason proberly had to leave early and sent me a note saying he had to leave. So i walked up to the note calmly and read it. I started to read more slowey since i didn’t want to read the rest. But i did read it eventually. this is what is said

‘If anyone is reading this, Jason is no longer here. He did something bad. Very bad. He pranked me and my mates! So i got my revenge. I took him to our flat somewhere in the county. Dont bother calling the police, because if you do then You wont ever see him again.’