World War 1 Story

At school we have been writing stories of World War 1. This is my first story that I wrote.

World War 1

Bob’s Brother left for war a year ago and they try to stay in contact as much as possible. Bob was only 8 when his Brother Jim left. Jim had just turned 18 when he went to war. Bob had no clue that Jim was going to leave because he left in the silence of the night. Bob never got to say goodbye.

To this day they have been writing letters to each other. They never spare a detail of what is happening around them. Jim tells his little Brother about a lot of things that happen and Bob gets excited every time he gets a letter from Jim. Today Bob opened his latest letter from him.

Dear Bob,

Life is getting harder here at war, the food rations are getting smaller and are clothes are getting worn out. Are army is getting smaller and so is the enemies. We are very cold and staying dry is impossible. We are still getting there though and each day we are lucky to be survive the bullets. We are getting reinforcements tomorrow and more weapons, which means more gunfire. We have grown to the sound of guns and don’t mind the ear shattering sound. We don’t mind much here except the rats. We try to shoot them but they move quickly and somehow they keep getting into the food supply. Sorry for the short letter I am hearing gun fire so I must go.

~Jim

Bob was happy that he got the letter from Jim but he was concerned about him. It sounded like it was really bad over there and James was scared that he wouldn’t see his brother again, he had to do something. That's when he started baking food to send over with his next letter.

As Bob was busy doing work, Jim was struggling over at war. The Americans had just entered the war and the rations got even smaller. The war had been going for three years, Jim had been there two. He was tired a lot more lately as the enemies increased in size. He hadn’t eaten in two days and felt very sick. Jim’s favourite time of day was when it became dark and he got to sleep, unless he was keeping watch, which only lasted half an hour as the shifts changed.

Back at home Bob had baked biscuits and his whole family had knitted warm clothes and a blanket. When everyone finished Bob went to his room which he used to share with Jim, and started writing a letter.

Dear Jim,

I hope you aren’t hurt over there, we are all hoping you return soon and the war ends. We heard the Americans had just entered the war and are helping you win. I hope you like the biscuits and the warm clothing we all made. We have been busy at work here and there is a lot to do. We got some chickens this week so we could have eggs for breakfast. We will save you some for when you get home. I hope I get a letter from you soon.

~Bob

As soon as Bob had finished the letter he packed it with the clothes and biscuits and sent it to Jim. As the time went by the brothers shared many things through their letters and they never spared a detail. Then on the 11th of November 1918, Jim returned home.

Here is a screencastify of me reading the story