Separation Experiment

How to Make a Paper Lantern

You will need:

- a friend or helper

- red card

- yellow card

- a glue stick

- scissors

- thin red strip of card

Method:

1. Firstly, fold the red card landscape.

2. Secondly, unfold the red card and then fold the long edges in approximately one inch.

3. Next, cut until you get to the fold line. Do not make them too thin or thick and repeat this process.

4. Now, you might need your friend. Get your yellow card and place the red card on top of it. Your friend can place their hand on top of the red card while you glue the bottom edge of the red card to the yellow card. Do the same with the other edge.

5. After that, you will have a yellow gap on the right-hand side and you should put glue on it.

6. Afterwards, roll and stick the red card to the yellow card.

7. Finally, put glue on each end of the thin red strip of card and write your name on it. Glue it to the top inside of the lantern.

Hang up your lantern and you can celebrate Chinese New Year – the Year of the Tiger!

Sebastian J 3ACS

Ryan B 5MJR

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A War to Die for

“Oi, George get the paper,’’ Pa screamed as I was playing with Henry, who was clutching onto his blue silk comforter. I claimed down the stairs and opened the front door ‘’ Cheers chum,’’ I thanked the paper boy. I picked up the paper quickly scanning the part about Parliament and turned it over to see the headlines, WAR, it read in bold letters. “Ma, Pa, we are at war with Germany.”

“We are at war, really?” Pa questioned longing for excitement, “I’m off to join the army.”

“No, you’re not!” Ma argued. I quickly left the room before the arguing got worse.

Henry and I heard the arguing go on for what set seemed like an eternity until Ma ended it with, “You’re blind, you can’t go!”

“Oh yeah, well at least George can go,” Pa pleaded, “What!?” I interrupted “I have asthma, I can barely breathe and I’m shaking already!” I burst out of the front door to find Richard and Will. “Have you heard?” Richard asked.

“What, about the war? Yeah,” I replied. “We’re going,” he continued, “Are you? Your Pa will be awfully proud.” That sparked something in me, Pa basically living his life through my eyes – because his eyes aren’t working – “I’ll sleep on it,” I said…

And so I did. The next day I was feeling a lot better and decided - after a lot of thinking – to join up, because there are so many great posters saying how I will become a hero and lots of women will fall in love with me. On the way to the town hall, I kept on telling myself that I can do this. I met up with Rich and Will to join, we stepped up to the recruiting Sergeant. Richard went first and he was easily let through, so was Will. I knew I had to lie and say I was 18 so I dragged my feet to the Sergeant and said, “I am George Bucket, and I am 18.” The Sergeant didn’t reply for a while and then spoke up, “Go on then.” Yes, I was in! As I walked home, I thought of how Pa proud be. I slowly opened the door and spoke barely above a whisper, “I am soldier!”

“Well done, my boy,” Pa was pleased, but it was Ma that did not answer. “It’ll be over by Christmas, and I get sixpence a day,” I said nervously, but still no answer, “I’ll become a national hero and get a wife, according to the posters.” But still no answer, “And I will become a man,” Ma just went to her room. I could hear her sobbing, but I can’t change the past. Before I left, I cut a patch of Henry’s comforter to keep and gave him a kiss, which may be his last.

I reported to training camp just two days after. We met our Sergeant, Sergeant Lean but we call him Sergeant Mean – because he is. In training, he would boss us about teaching us to use guns and fight like men. After a few days of hard tough graft, we got our uniform. To be honest, I was disappointed with the uniform. I was expecting red not mucky brown - yuck – anyway, I put it on and I was lucky to even get a uniform, some soldiers didn’t.

We got a boat to France which seemed worse than swimming, there was no room to move. When we were in France we took a train, on the train there was singing and laughing, and I was actually enjoying it. On the train I took out the patch of Henry’s comforter and sewed it on my uniform to keep.

When we got to the trenches, I heard bombs going off and bullets zooming everywhere. In the trenches we were shown where we’ll be sleeping. “Here, that’s your bed Bucket,” the Sergeant barked. I was fine with where I would be sleeping because I would be next to Will. “Why is my bed covered in holes and mud?” Will asked.

“I am just glad we are not the front line yet,” I sighed. I got out of the dug out and looked through the periscope, “Aaah,” I screamed, “Why is the ground moving?” I said, as I backed away into the dugout, “I’m going to have a kip,” I groaned.

I woke up to hear bullets zooming above my head and distanced bombs being fired. “Nice kip?” asked Will, looking half frozen.

“Bit hard to sleep when there’s a leak above my head, shooting down a thousand drops of rain a second – they feel harder than the Kaisers bullets, right?” I whispered rubbing my tired dirty eyes.

“Look lively now!” Sergeant Mean barked, “You’ve barely done any hard graft today. These ruddy trenches won’t dig themselves, will they now?”

“More like muddy,” joked Richard.

“Sir, yes, Sir,” I replied regretfully, picking up my rifle pretending to aim it at Sergeant Mean when he turned away. “Don’t let him catch you doin’ that, we all know the punishment, running around the trenches in the rain, with your rifle above your head ‘n’ rats scuttling at your feet,” warned Richard.

“At least they could eat the cooties, easier than burning them off, right?” Will joined in, as I fell into the hole I had just dug. “Help please?” I asked, checking the patch was still fastened to my chest. Coughing and spluttering, Will helped me out, “Sorry it’s my asthma.” We carried on again.

After hour after hour we dug and dug until Sergeant Mean told us we were being moved up to the front line. I rubbed the comforter nervously, hoping it’ll be alright. “Come on,” Rich patted me on the back.

We walked up to the trench in front of the sandbags and barbed wire in No Man’s Land and went straight for the dug out for a kip. I woke up with my letters from home on my chest and bully beef on my bed. I tucked into my breakfast and spat it out, “Yuck,” I chucked the bully beef on the ground and left it. “Where’d they get that from? The latrines.” This time I tucked into my letters. Henry was missing me, and Ma’s been crying every day, Pa’s been very excited was the main contents. I quickly wrote a reply – focussing on the good so Ma doesn’t cause a flood!

“We’re goin’ up and over, lads,” Sergeant barked. I grabbed my rifle, shaking. I climbed up the ladder and ran as fast as I could into No Man’s land. I see soldiers

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crying and rocking like Henry in holes. I look to my side and realise both Will and Richard are both down, doing that funny twirly dance. As I looked back, I felt a sharp sting in my chest, a bullet. Blood was rushing out onto the ground, and I was on the ground too. As I clasped onto the comforter, the only last thought I could want are those that are of Henry.

I had already gone up and over onto No Man’s Land, now I’m going up and over …into Heaven.

Owen S 6PSP

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