The Children’s Work

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For making our project the Role of Women in World War 1 a reality our grateful thanks for the support and contribution of the children and staff of the following schools:

Cheriton Primary School; Christ Church CEP Academy; Churchill School; Folkestone Primary Academy; Mundella Primary School; Sandgate Primary School; Seabrook C of E Primary School; Selsted CEP School; St. Eanswythes C of E Primary School and St Peter’s C of E Primary School.

The following pages will help you to appreciate that the primary school children of Folkestone and surrounding area not only understood the concept, scope and aura pervading at the time.

The local paper quoted one resident who had watched the shows and looked at the children’s work on display.

“There seems to be so many fractious and vicious areas of trouble in the world at this moment – sometimes we need the children to remind the adults of the needless tumult”.

Women at Work by Bethany


During the war women were called to do jobs they had never done before. Some worked in factories. They would make weapons and bombs for the men to take to war. Women in munitions factories were often known as Canaries because the TNT they worked with could turn their skin yellow. It was a dangerous job and some women died from overexposure to the TNT. It was also an important job and many women enrolled to help as well as to earn money for their families during the war.


Nursing in World War One was a dangerous and at times horrifying job. Women volunteered to work in military hospitals both at home and abroad. Many men were dying when they got to the hospital; others were missing limbs or seriously hurt. Women in the hospitals didn’t just give medical help, they were also a comfort to the injured soldiers.


Come and join the Women’s Land Army! We need strong and fit women. Become part of the war! You have to wear a green jumper, a green tie, a belt, brown trousers and boots. You only get two pairs a year. You can do timber cutting, forge and agriculture.
For further information please contact the local Police Station.



You can come and join nursing but only women are allowed to join because men go to war and women stay and nurse and do jobs. Come and join
Ladies we need you.

WORLD WAR 1 by Holly

VAD Nurses

VAD stands for Voluntary Aid Detachment. They are very special nurses that volunteered to look after injured soldiers. In 1914 there were only 9000 but by 1918 there were 23,000. There were very strict rules for these nurses. Some of the nurses got scarred for life. It could be very scary to be a nurse. They would be willing to do anything.


The WLA (Women’s Land Army) was a special army for women only. They had to grow food because in 1915 the Germans tried to stop food coming into our country so we had to grow more. What I am trying to say is they were great.


Before the tragic war began men delivered all post. Many women became postwomen (35,000). During the war 2 billion letters were sent. Also 114 million parcels were sent! Wow!
Censorship means blocking out things that could be read by the enemy.

WORLD WAR 1 by Minhaz


Women used to work in factories like gun factories. They put sulphur in the grenades and kept on putting the sulphur in and the women in the factories skin turned yellow.


They worked as farmers; nurses; postal workers; fishwives; factory workers and bus conductors.


People had trenches so no one will invade their place and so they can cover themselves if they fight. They used to use sandbags and they put mud in it so if the Germans shoot only mud will come out. Some men were on the top to shoot they had loads of guns and grenades.

WW1 FACTS by Kai

TRENCHES - Trenches were used for protection; to eat food and to hide from the Germans. They were used for lots of things including sleeping.

MEDALS – medals were earned for bravery and sports but if you came back alive you would get a medal for heroism.

GUNS – Guns were used in every war. Horses used to carry the guns. There were a variety of guns.

WORLD WAR 1 by Crystal


Women took over the men’s jobs. Women were forced to do the work while the men were out fighting. Men were trying not to let the Germans in their country.


In the World War 1 the soldiers had 20 ounces of bread to eat so they didn’t starve.


Bus conductors took charge of their buses. The bus driver asked if every one was strapped in so that they were safe and didn’t hurt themselves.


In the Women’s Land Army, women pushed carts so they could put food in it. Men wanted more women to work so they can help with their jobs whilst they were out fighting, so the Germans didn’t get into their country. Their jobs were factories, farmers and fishwives.


Suffragettes were women who fought for the right for women to vote. They would riot in the streets; tie themselves to benches and the Palace gates; they would even plan to get arrested. These women were determined to win the vote!
One woman went to the extreme and threw herself under a horse in front of the King!


• The Womens Land Army formed in 1939
• All of them were paid roughly the same as £2
• In the Womens Land Army there were other jobs such as Rat Catcher to stop them eating the crops.
• In the first place they used to earn £1.85 for a minimum 50 hours a week in 1944 the £1.85 turned to £2.85 a £1 rise however their wages were paid by the farmers not exactly by the State so it’s difficult to say whether they were always paid properly.
• At the farm they would usually get extra rations this would be from the fruit and veg they grew.
• The reason it has the word army in the name is because they want the people who joined to feel like they were really helping the war effort.
• The Womens Land Army first started in WW1 at the beginning of the war.
• If the people in the farm did not enjoy being there it would be their choice of what to do!!!


The Women’s Land Army was made for women to help the men in war. Also they called it an army because they wanted women to feel like they were part of the army. The Land Army consists of many jobs. Her are some of them. Ambulance driving, working in gun factories, being a nurse, cutting down trees and taking the places and that’s about it.



Post women are women who deliver post to anyone they also have a job called censorship because many letters were sent. Imagine if a soldier from the other side of the war found this letter. What if it told the enemies where they were camping and what they were going to do> The enemies would know everything! So the women put black lines over any information. For example:

Dear Zoe,

Today I found a camp in the southwest and we are planning to bomb Germany on the 2nd May on their new statue.

From Jay.

Dear Zoe,

Today I found xxx in the xxxxxxx and

From Jay.


Women worked in factories to help men get more ammunition for the war. Factories were very important in World War 1. There was a certain yellow chemical that killed women in gun factories. That chemical was called sulphur.


There was nothing glamorous about trench life. World War 1 trenches were dirty, smelly and riddled with disease. For soldiers life in the trenches meant living in fear. In fear of diseases like cholera and trench foot and of course the constant fear of enemy attack.

MATA HARI by Scarlett

Mata Hari, the Dutch born exotic dancer, was allegedly a spy for the Germans although doubts have been expressed over the truth of the accusation.

ELSIE INGLIS by Scarlett

Even before the formation of the women’s services, some pioneering women made their own way to the front to help the war effort in 1914. When the War Office turned down an offer of help from Scottish doctor Elsie Inglis with the words “ My good lady, go home and sit still”.
So she set up the Scottish Women’s hospitals on the fighting front. Elsie Inglis herself went to Serbia to treat the sick and wounded.

ARMAMENTS by Scarlett

British women worked in armaments factories. It was part of the Country’s war effort.

LAND ARMY by Scarlett

During World War One 23,000 women were recruited to work full time on the land, to help replace the men who had left to fight in the war. (This form of national service for young female civilian farm workers was misleadingly called the Women’s Land Army).
There were three sections to the Women’s Land Army
1 – Agriculture; 2- Forage (haymaking for food and for horses); Timber – cutting

The majority who worked in agriculture were milkers and field workers, but some were carters and plough women (working with horse) and market gardeners. The main aim was to increase food production during the war.

Dame Meriel formed the Women’s Land Army on behalf of the British Government.

A national appeal was made for young women to enroll in a new Women’s Land Army – a civilian organization staffed and run by women – as part of the National Service Scheme.

The Women’s Land Army was officially disbanded on the 1st June 1939. The WLA was to be re-created in time for what was to become World War 2.

NURSES by Scarlett

These were special volunteer nurses looking after soldiers. In 1914 there were 9000. By 1918 there were 23,000 and another 18,000 helping as orderlies.


When girls were sixteen they had these jobs :
• Driving ambulances
• Fishwives
• Medical workers.

POST WOMEN by Scarlett

Before the war the post was delivered by men. People still wrote and sent letters all the time!
35,000 women became postwomen

• 2 billion letters
• 114 million parcels.


As thousands of men went to war, women took over their jobs in factories. Most women worked long hours, and many had dangerous jobs, such as making ammunition. Their efforts disproved the idea that women were inferior to men, and eventually led to women gaining the right to vote. But when the troops returned to England after the war, there was massive unemployment, as all women working, lost their jobs.

Ammunition was a very important job to be working with, as you would have to make bullets, guns (weapons) and poisonous gases. These had so many poisonous chemicals in them that after a while, the women’s hands turned yellow. These women were called the Canaries. There were two explosions that were caused during the war. One of these famous explosions took place in Kent. It took out two houses and left a colossal hole in the ground where the factory was.

Did you know that Arsenal got it’s name from a factory. That’s why they have a cannon on their badge.

Before the outbreak of war in 1914, women held very traditional roles such as teachers and nurses. They were thought to be delicate and fragile towards their jobs. Very few got the best of them.

Nurses: At the start of the war, many nurses were willing to give up any of their free time and perform Voluntary Aid Detachments (VAD’s). These were very proud members and rescued wounded soldiers from the battlefield. Each nurse would have to perform at least twenty operations per day. One heroic person was named Edith Cavell. She rescued 200 Allied soldiers and German soldiers. Edith was arrested for doing so. She is still remembered for doing this memorable job.

Postwomen: All postwomen had a very important job using censorship to keep the army protected from the Germans. Censorship is where each letter gets looked at and every piece of writing that shouldn’t of been written would have been crossed out in bold black pen then sent to who it’s written to. Over 1 billion letters were sent during the war, to the front line and back to the women at home.

Farming: These ladies were all supposed to be tremendously strong to plough all the fields. Do you know why we had so many people working with the Women’s Land Army (WLA)? It’s because the Germans blew up our ships that were loading in food to the Allies. The women wore a uniform and the men then saw what the clothing looked like and they commented on it. Surprisingly, the women didn’t comment they just got on with the job. It’s totally amazing that they didn’t say anything about it. The army said things like that because it was their uniform. The women were wearing their uniform. The description of the uniform was something like this: the jumpers were as green as grass on a fresh lawn, the ties were as red as poppies and the shorts were as pale brown as bark on a tree.


In 1914 a terrible war started. While the men were away women had to take over the men’s jobs like: fishing, postwomen and nurses. The nurses job was to help the injured even the people who were against the (Germans). When the Germans were healed they were handed over to the British and held as hostages (they were not killed).


About 100 years ago there were two boys called Kai and Ely, they were both 14 and they were best friends. They wanted to go to war, so when their parents were asleep, they snuck out to war!

When they went to France they met Sergeant Granit he did not tell the troops that Kai and Eli came. Meanwhile, they were in the trenches Sergeant Granit gave them guns and uniform then he told the soldiers who they were, they made some new friends. The Germans mad an attack! Granit got shot in the head blood was everywhere. Kai and Ely ran back to the trenches, they were really sad!!! Kai wrote a letter (here it is).

Dear Dad,

The sergeant has died. I was really sad. Me and Ely are all by ourselves now please help!



Lady Alice Tomlinson helps the hurt soldiers. Alice sometimes sews the ripped clothes. Her Mother worked as a Canary making bombs, bullets and shells but the bomb she made exploded and 113 ladies died and 23 men

WORLD WAR 1 by Alan

Once there lived a young boy called Ely. He was poor and dirty, he lost his family when he was only four years old! He was just downhearted and scared because he had no shelter.

Soon another boy came, he was four years old too and he had lost his family as well and his name was Kai. Subsequently there were three more boys and their names were Granit, Zeyt and Alan.

They were all wise boys but poor. Sadly Granit got shot in the leg by the sympathetic Germans! So Zeyt, Ely, Kai and Alan ran to a farm to hide because they were frightened!

After the war, it was three years later when all of the kids were seven years old. They were much smarter and older they worked in a small shop and they had to do everything in the shop! The people never did anything only the kids …. Suddenly terrorists came in and sadly killed every one in the shop except Ely because he hid and the terrorists didn’t care where is Ely.


Headthrobbing, I woke up and sat upright in bed, banging my head on the low, slanted ceiling in the process. My 2 month old baby Irene was crying, kicking her chubby legs and screaming like a banshee. I felt blindly around for my tin rimmed glasses, found them, put them on. The world was no longer a dim blur. Scooping Irene up (much to her utmost disapproval) I headed downstairs to bottle feed her. This is a tricky process as most things are with Irene. This also used up the rest of the milk which was mildly irritating because it meant no tea until I could bring myself to walk to the grocers. Never mind. Hurrying so as not to be late, I took my postwoman’s uniform out of my big oak trunk. My uniform is beige with a wide brimmed hat and a thick, heavy, ankle length, pleated skirt. You can’t exactly be stylish in the war.

Almost tripping on my boot – laces, I handed Irene to my Mother who headed upstairs, presumably to attempt to put the baby to sleep. Struggling, slightly, I heaved my cumbersome satchel with me to my bicycle and set off to work. The street was half deserted and was lined on either side with simple terraced houses. The few people that were out on the streets were either headed to work like me, or in army uniform ready to play their part in the perilous war. The post office was a small, squat building. Inside there sat a woman at a little polished desk, she usually like to wear canary yellow head scarfs. Casually, I walked up to this woman and she gave me her usual small smile as she handed me todays post. This was the routine that went on everyday apart from Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday, because on Wednesday and Thursday there was an old lady at the desk with startling green eyes that gave me her prettiest scowl. Thankfully, after working the whole week, Sunday is my blessed break.

Stumbling and swaying, I hitched the now incredibly bulky satchel over my left shoulder and scooted off to my first destination. Number seven Beaumont Avenue. It was roughly eight street away and was next to a small park with an algae infested pond. The door was bottle green and as I knocked on it I noticed the vines creeping up the walls. They were as along as a story that had been held back for generations and was yearning to be told. The loud rat-a-tat-tat I’d created echoed down the narrow street. Out of the door came a middle aged lady with grey flecked auburn hair. Her eyes fell straight on the official looking telegram I was holding. Sympathetically, I handed it to her. I feared for her. What if one of her loved ones had been killed at war! What would she do then?

Quietly, whilst biting her lip, she opened the telegram. I watched her eyes dart over the paper, absorbing the news inked on it. Then she sighed, silvery tears slid down her cheeks “He was only fourteen” she whispered “He was only fourteen!” her voice broke “ They should of stopped him it was obvious he wasn’t sixteen!” More and more tears were coming “Dear God! Why my son? Why must he suffer?” Her shoulders were shaking as she melted down onto the porch steps. I left then. Sometimes in situations like that it’s best to let people have a bit of space.

There were various other bits and pieces of post that day, some post cards other birthday cards or presents. Until I finally stumbled across the last letter this one (like the first letter) was official looking. Heavy heartedly, I prepared myself for another fit of weeping. I cycled up to 12 Shrub Street. Briskly, I knocked on the cobalt blue door. The house had windows with dark wooden frames and the walls were painted a creamy yellow colour like vanilla custard. A woman came out surrounded by three children and carrying a small toddler on her hip. Almost straight after being given it, she tore the telegram open and her dimpled face lit up “Children!” she laughed “Daddy’s coming home on leave my little darlings!” The children screamed and yelled with excitement but the toddler started crying.

“Mummy, will he be coming back soon?” inquired a young fait haired boy “Oh don’t be silly Frederick! He won’t be home for at least another month!” said an older sibling rather grandly. Though her cheeks were flushed and it was obvious that she hoped her younger brother was right, that their Daddy would be home soon. You could see that heir hearts were aching for him. “Daddy’s coming home tomorrow!” breathed their Mother. The children squeaked delightedly, and with that they piled back into the house, rejoicing and dancing with glee.

Heart singing, I raced home to our little cottage. Humming a happy tune, I strolled in through the front door (our door is just brown) to see a telegram on the table! I was so sure that it would say that my husband, Walter, had been given leave. So sure until I saw my Mother’s face. My fingers curled slowly around the creamy white paper.


And at that exact moment there was a knock at the door….


Strangely, whenever a war starts everyone acts happy. As happy as a person who just did the impossible and feels invincible. But no one actually realizes that their family and friends are going to a war which will change their lives.

It’s July 28th 1915, one year since the war was announced. My husband Eric was killed six months ago. The other soldiers said he was trying to save a young German. Furiously, I wished and wished he would of let him die. However, my husband did not see German and English so different. We all love our families and friends.

Because of my husbands death I have to work to earn money for my family, my daughter Dorothy a 14 year old girl and Maxwell a 10 year old boy. Unlike others, we are poor. Sadly, I was not that skilled and talented so my jobs were limited to farming. Annoyingly all of the applications sounded hard and tough. Immediately, I picked agriculture because I would just have to pick plants.

Proud of my daughter, Dorothy looks after Maxwell whilst I go to work. Unsurprisingly, I want to spend as much time with my children as possible. Unbearable to think it, I always fear that I would lose them and be left with nothing. They are the only things that make me want to defend our country.

It all happened so quickly. One minute he was there and the next minute he is not. It was an air raid and I was serving my family dinner. All of a sudden, we heard screams and shouts from the street. Curiously, me and Dorothy dashed outside and saw a massive figure in the dark blue sky. Frantically, I yelled for Maxwell. As fast as a cheetah me, Dorothy and Maxwell ran towards safety.

Tiredly, I was heavily breathing as I ran as far away as possible. Suddenly, Maxwell stopped and rushed back to the house. I already knew what he wanted, Dad’s special medal that was passed down from his Father. Maxwell wanted to carry on the tradition. With tremble in her voice, Dorothy shouted to Maxwell to come back but he was reluctant to do so. Unfortunately, his choice did not work out as he anticipated.

Exhaustedly, I woke up in a shelter with Dorothy beside me. Quickly, I sat up to see he still asleep and a man lighting a candle. Confused and worried, I went to the door to open it when the man said “if you go out you will not come back”. I confidently said “ I have to see if he is alright, he is my son”. Rudely he interrupted me saying that “your son is dead. That bomb would of killed him in seconds”. I replied saying “ I know…….I just thought that”. “He would be alive. I know, it’s happened to me once” the man said. “It’s happened to me twice” I said quietly.

Feeling very good, I found myself having a whole conversation with this man. I later found out that his name is Albert. He kept on repeating my name. He said that Violet was a beautiful name. Embarrassingly, I could not stop staring into his light brown eyes until Dorothy woke up and distracted me. Aggressively, Dorothy tried to punch Albert but luckily I pulled her back. After a few minutes she had calmed down.

Years passed and The Great War was over. I married Albert and we had another baby. There were quarrels on what we should name him. After a long time we finally decided to call him Maxwell.


Soldiers were in battle, so many deaths, from bullets and corpses around the trenches .I was in the war helping the injured soldiers, it was a dangerous job to the nurses because we try to save some soldiers but we have none equipment to save them and they instantly died that’s why we had to work harder.
I brought my diary to write down my feelings when I was a nurse in WW1 I was scared, frightened and worried about the war started this is chaos. Today, I have joined the VAD because I think that is a good idea to join in the medical service.
I’ve finally saved many soldiers but few soldiers . Dead there’s 19,000, injured soldiers 33,000 dead and 55000 alive. We’re doing it so well helping the soldier from losing their blood but I hope the nurses doing it fine.
I think being a nurse a good job for me joining the VAD, I’m doing it fine helping the soldiers from dying, I hope they okay when I heal them I don’t want to get mixed up everything I help them.


Diary belongs to Aysha Lucas. If lost please return ….no peeking.
Name of woman : Aysha Lucas
Favourite food : steak and ribs
Favourite colour : yellow, blue
Birthday : 1895 May 26th
Hobby : Music
Dream : worker, farm work
Job : farm work.

Dear Diary,

Today it was a hard, fun, day but as it is my first time being part of World War One. We are getting paid the same like the men but they moaned like always. (Men always have to moan for something!) Reason they moaned is because they don’t think we, women, aren’t strong enough. It doesn’t matter how much we get paid…

Dear Diary,

My life is in danger working for the Munitions factory, in other words I might die.
My life was normal until now, working at the drapers shop. It was perfect. I earned two pounds a week. My life completely changed when the army went to war. Because of that, the women had to do everything for a change. We had to do nursing and munitions etc. I have no children so I have to work. W ll today I was working in the Munitions factory. I was a bit afraid because of all the dangerous things that could happen but you never know what could happen a bomb could explode. Also I was working with a thing called sulphur. It’s really bad. It makes your skin turn yellow and I’m working with gun powder that can explode if you do something wrong. Also I forgot to say my wages are perfect now I’m earning five pounds a week. Twice as good as the drapers shop.
Half of the time I think I am dreaming it is a miracle.

MY WAR DIARY by Nicola

Dear Diary, 1914 March 1st
Today I just heard it was World War 1 (I was so scared). Luckily it was only the men that had to go to fight! This is amazing, there were free jobs to be a nurse, it was my dream job. Oh no! I had to pass a test. I would never do it! But! I just have to …
OK, I made up my mind I’m gonna do it.

Dear Diary , 1914 March 2nd
I’m so tired it took me a whole day to finish it and it was worth it I passed and I’m gonna do my role.

Dear Diary, 1996 March 1st
I am now very old. Today is my last day on earth.


When the letter came through the letter box, I studied it carefully looking to see if I needed to black out any information. As time went by, I had finished the letters, and had delivered them. There were thousands if not millions of parcels! It took me ages to deliver them but I had soon done it.

It was time for my next job, nurses and doctors (Voluntary Aid Department) I had to take care of at least seven soldiers a day.They had severe injuries such as broken bones and other things.

It started to turn dark all the soldiers had started to settle down, I made my way back home. This is what happens every day but I do it for the soldiers, so that we will win the war and not too many people will get injured or die.

Dear Diary,

Today I went to work as normal, a shopkeeper working, while I was at work I had to make some loaves of bread. When you walk into my shop you can smell the flour, today a load of women came into my shop. Somehow they all wanted bread and butter it is very busy today. Today wheat we had to do was to make bread to put on the shelves put butter in the cold area. That was my normal day.

Today is the first day at the nursing center. It was really busy there. I was helping patient after patient, it was frustrating because there were so many people to be helped and terrifying because, just in case, I had done something wrong. We had to concentrate as well as work fast. It was very similar to being a shopkeeper. What you had to do was stitch peoples legs up. You have to stitch people up after the doctor cuts things off, we have to work long hours and work late.

Hungry, because there was no time for a break before going to work. When I am on duty it is my job to make sure everyone is all right.

DEAR DIARY by Monika

Dear Diary,

My life completely changed over the last two years. Two years ago my dear husband went to the war. I was left with my three little children at home.

Before the war I looked after children and cleaned and cooked, washed and played with them. My husband worked as a fisherman and he earned all the money for our family.

Now I work very hard at hospital to support my children and I am happy for that. I help them , I love my children but also I worry about them and my husband because he could be killed at war.

I got a job at hospital as a nurse. It is a difficult job and long hours but I love it because I help people and save their lives. It’s so difficult work and run the home alone but the children are so helpful.

Good bye dear diary.

Diary of a World War 1 child. A girl In Folkestone by Lucy

Monday 7th June 1915 – Just came home from my first day back to school. Lots of things on my brain as in war; my family, school and completely everything. The bad thing is I got caned today. I was talking in class. When I got caned I was very nearly close to crying but I was fine. At playtime I played with a new toy it was a wooden hand carved train. That was the only toy we had at school. When I got home I had to do my daily chores .My daily chores are washing up, making dinner and really just keeping the house in shape.

Tuesday 8th June 1915 – Today, I am going on a school trip to the road of remembrance to wave the brave soldiers off. One of them is my Uncle. When we finally got there we all saw loads of women crying as they were waving their families off. It was a sad sight. The soldiers went on a boat to France. When I came home I did my chores.

Wednesday 9th June 1915 – Today, I had a maths test .I hope that I got them all right. I got told to stand and the teacher would shout out a question on the times tables and I had to answer really quickly. It was really hard. On my way home from school I saw a few wounded men. They were soldiers from the war. They were limping. That really made me sad. At home, I did my chores ,again.

Thursday 10th June 1915 – Yay! Today was my favourite day because we get a lovely school dinner .The menu is toad in the hole with potatoes and bread. For after is treacle pudding .I can’t wait 6.00.a.m. Just came home from school. Still need to do my chores. Chores are now done. School dinners were amazing. The thing standing in my was is that we got a telegram saying that my Uncle was killed in action . That made me cry it was devastating.
Friday 11th June 1915 – Today was frankly the worst day ever! Our little school got bombed. I lost my best friend today I did cry, quite a lot actually. That was the most saddest and most unforgettable moment of my entire life. The big bang that it made .It was completely deafening. That will haunt me forever. Luckily, my home is all right. Sadly, my Mum is mourning after my Uncle.

Saturday 12th June 1915 – Finally it’s the weekend! Today (after I do my chores) I am going out to play with my remaining friends. We might play hopscotch or leapfrog. Hopefully, we will listen to the radio. Today , there is going to be a story. Before I go to bed I will probably read a bit. That really makes me sleepy.

Sunday 13th June 1915 – Sunday today. I am going to Church. Hopefully, no bombs will fall. That would not make my day. The air raid siren went off earlier today .We hid in our neighbours Anderson shelter. There were loads of people in the shelter. We are very lucky to have a shelter right next door .I was absolutely terrified. I hope I will be fine for however long this dastardly was goes on for. No bombs dropped in Church . Luckily


Diary January 1916 by Elyah

Dear Diary,

It’s a cold winter’s day with crowded streets and filled shops. In the hospital today many soldiers with a fatal heart condition or a wounded arm were cared for by their Doctor Hibren or Doctor Pontin with either me or Nancy at his side. Many nurses and doctors are covered in blood due to soldiers fatal injuries. One of the worst things today I cared for my husband Robert. My shifts today were between 3.00a.m. to 8.30p.m. I feel happy inside knowing that I’ve helped save lives. Sadly about 78 men died and 14 almost lost their lives. Doctors and nurses had bad stomachs due to bloody injuries and fatal lung transplants.

I’ll write soon,
From Elizabeth

DIARY ENTRY by Matthew

Dear Diary,

Today my Dad finally came back from war but he was only on leave. The most annoying thing happened today. Me and Dad were having a lovely walk on the Leas, when some woman came up to us, gave Dad a white feather and called Dad a coward for not doing his duty!
He had a right go at her and we’re not the only people who this happened to. I just don’t get how people think it’s a good idea. Others are getting so annoyed they’re writing letters to the newspaper (which I think Dad should do). The only good thing about it is they managed to make a joke.

Anyway, that’s all for today.


Dark smoke covered the sky, lightning bolts cover crowd the musky sky. How will I get out of this, if I do I won’t get out of this terrible sight.
Cover me behind a rock children are throwing things I bet this is just like the war guns shooting.
All this work will end as soon as the war end, and then the men get back to these jobs.
Suddenly I dropped my log and made a cut as big as a bird. As quick as I can to rush there’s nowhere to go, so I guess I need to get my husband back right now. At least I got my children that’s the best of it but it’s still not the same without my man the head of the house.
I’m sure the war will end sooner or later I just miss him. I guess I need to get back to work right now.


Dear Diary,
Today has been a hard day I had to help operate on 118 people. I am traumatised by the screaming and the pain men are going through. I cannot help them at all. All the women are running around the ward trying to get to all the men. It is so frustrating!
It keeps playing through my mind, is my husband dead? Are my children OK

WORLD WAR 1 by Kieran

Great heaves of pain and sorrow surrounded me as the injured cascaded into the dark and miserable room! As I look down my hands were numb and my uniform drenched with blood. Monstrous gun shots echoed through the walls while the ground shook from the explosions outside.

My bones ached as more and more weeping soldiers came in. One of the soldiers I recognized he was a young lad that worked at a farm his name Ben and he lived with his Mum, Dad and three pigs named Chappy, Oink and Mindy. Sadly the boy had a painful gun wound at his ? and it was not looking good for him.

I tried and tried to heal the wound but blood gushed out of it so fast so I couldn’t sew it back together. Wearily I said it is going to be OK. The blood rushed out rapidly and the little lad was shaking and that shaking into the ? of death.


Dear Eddie,

I’m sorry, sorry for everything. I know things have not been good between us but I’m sorry. Mum told me why, she said that when Dad died he was at war and a big bomb fell, but you already knew that, that’s why you went to get them back for what they did. So I did what I thought was right and decided to work in the ammunitions factory. I’m only 14 but you’re only 15 and they weren’t allowed more importantly you weren’t allowed so why shouldn’t I be allowed to be a volunteer.
I feel in my bones, as Father used to say I feel that this war will not lead you to the end. I wish this war was a piñata I could just whack it and it would be over and instead of the sweets I would get what I want the most, and that’s you. My big brother. Unfortunately this war isn’t a piñata so it’s not as simple as whacking it.
Love your little sister (who cares about you)


Dearest William,

I received your last letter it is such a shame that cousin Jim is dead of all people it had to be him. I don’t know why this awful war was started in the first place. Beth is well, but not Charles. Not young Charles, young Bethany is stronger and is holding up fine. She misses you, a lot. It’s rather peculiar how when at home yourself, Bethany and Charles row and fight all the time but at a time like this you miss each other more than ever. Dear young Charles has fallen ill with pneumonia. The doctor said that he’s got it as bad as it can get and probably won’t last until the end of the month. He asks after you every day. It may be best when he’s gone. Then at least we know he’s no longer suffering. Your Father is recovering in hospital he’s stable and eating, but not talking still in shock, though that’s not a surprise. I do hope this war is over soon, you need to be here to say goodbye to Charles. He needs you to be here.

I do hope your alright. Do you remember Mrs Miggins and her family next door? The poor lady, her husband, son and grandson all dead. I’ve been over to see her on numerous occasions bringing flowers, scones and her groceries. I’ve sent you a bar of chocolate, I know you love it. Bethany saw it the dear girl. I will see you as soon as this war is over. Write soon.

Sincerely your worried Mother

Dear Father,

I don’t like being in the war it is so horrible. There is lots of blood and killing. I would do anything to get out of the war. I got shot earlier in my leg and no one cares about it. Apparently I can’t go back in the war for two weeks so I get two weeks off. I guess yay but still I miss you and my family

Love Leonard


Dear Leonard,

I miss you to and so do your Mother Penny, your sister Amy and your brother Howard. Howard said he got shot in the arm because he ran out TO the enemy. We just heard from him yesterday. Anyway, when you go back in war, be safe will you, I don’t want you to die.

Write to you soon.
Love, your Father, Sheldon.

Dear Father,

Have you heard from Leonard? I saw him back in the war two hours ago. Tomorrow I go back to war because my arm is healed. I am excited about going back to war, I like the new shipment of guns that we are using. I will see you when the war has finished.

Love Howard

Dear Howard,

Yes, I did hear from Leonard. He sent a letter three hours ago. He said he was going back to war. I sent him a letter saying be careful. And you be careful to, I miss you.

Love, your Father, Sheldon.


NB. Certain parts of this letter would have been blocked out by the postwomen.

My Dearest Mother,

Thank you so much for forwarding Joan’s letter. I am glad she is getting on so well. I think all things considered it is much better that Gladys Goument is not coming here. Her cousin really made a very bad character for herself and as everybody knows it and would associate Gladys with it, it would not be very nice for her.

How are you all getting on? I hope nothing new has turned up which requires a vast amount of energy to meet it!

Please give my love to Daddy and Charlie.

Your loving daughter,

PS Jamie and I are getting quite expert at calling each other Beverley and Gaisford. I occasionally omit to answer but that is a minor detail. Jamie’s day off is Monday and mine is Tuesday


Hello Kara, 10th

How are you? It’s been hard in the war but next week we are doing a secret plan on the Germans. I can tell you but keep it secret.

Right here goes xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx which means it might win the war. Oh sorry about the tea stain it was my friend he made me jump with my tea and now there’s a stain.

I wish I could go back home and stay with you. I’m nervous about the plan but at least it’s next week.

Love from Cesal xxx 1916
PS I don’t know how long the war will be but I hope I’ll be back soon. I hope I’ll see you again.

Hi, 16th

I’ve got your letter. And how have you been? I bet this war is hard. I knew it’s not easy but hopefully you will be back soon.

It’s really hard working in the Munitions factory. I made a friend called Mairy. Mairy is a nice woman she has three kids. There’s this really funny thing that makes your hair go yellow because of all the substances in the Munitions factory.

From Sisterly Kara xxxxxxx 1916

4 QUEEN STREET by Claudia

Dear Mum and Dad,

It’s terrible here in the WLA. There is bad weather all the time, muddy and wet, (it’s like going for a swim). Also the tree trunks are as heavy as a bus .My feet ache.

All the men have been complaining because they want their jobs back.

Love you lots
From Zoe xxx


Dear Peter,

I cannot believe it I’m helping you by joining the Women’s Land Army. So how have you been?

I’ve heard about the mustard gas is it dangerous? I hope that you are not dead Peter.

I miss you. When will you come back? You should of took the white feather I think for your good.

Bye, bye from Betty

LETTER TO MOTHER 5th April1915 by Rhys

Dearest Mother, 5/4/1915 France

At the moment I am in hospital after I was shot in the leg you don’t need to worry about me, yesterday the Captain came to see me and he said that the nurses will keep me safe. Their job is horrendous because some people come in with horrific injuries, some have blood dripping from their faces. They must have strong stomachs and when they come out of the operating theatre their snow white aprons with rose red cross is flooded with blood. This makes me feel weird in my head, and I hope to see you soon and this jolly war will be over.

Give love to Father and from your son Bob


Dear Family,
It’s about time I wrote to you again. After a few months I found out time passes with cooking, reading and making kitchen tools. I manage to amuse myself. My friend Jacob figured the worse and that was that the war might not end and it had me worried for a minute. But I guess the good die young.

Good Night

DEAR MUM by Bethany

Dear Mum,

I am writing to ask you if you are okay and what you are getting up to?

Today I started my new job to help the army, because as you know my husband David had gone to fight…..I hope everything is okay with him.

The other day I decided what job I should do. I decided that the land army was my thing…..out of the jobs I could choose! So today I had my first day at work. I have chopped down over eight trees. My arms went so sore! However three shillings a week is not bad! It will be for our family savings! On the bright side of things I have company, we sing songs to keep a beat!

How are things your end?

Are you and Dad okay?

Anyway goodbye and I hope to hear from you soon.

Love from Bethany

DEAR JAMES by Eletheria

Dear James,

I finally made it! It’s not perfect here but it’s like home. There’s a lot of people around here. It feels a bit crowded in the factories. I woke up at 7.00 o’clock this morning, not very long after, I started working on my first gun. I couldn’t believe the amount of wire you needed just for the trigger….unbelievable! I am so worried. What could happen? It’s a daring job here….working in the factories.

I would have been better as a bus conductor, I only work here because you get fifteen shillings a week. There is a lot of money you get from this job. I hope you’re alright I heard about the bomb there, it isn’t any different here, places blowing up all the time …..

It’s a bit nice here. The girls here hate the fact that the boys get everything. I met a girl called Sophia. She is a bit too young. She is only sixteen she lied about her age. She would do anything to help the war. Nice girl, she is. She’s the only one who isn’t scared to death.
If death that took the soldiers takes her, she would pay her bills and go to heaven. She says everybody counts.

There are long shifts over here. 2.00a.m – 9.00p.m. and 9.00p.m. – 3.00a.m, quite long. If you were caught not doing the right thing you would be whipped….you couldn’t sit down for a week!

I can’t wait to see you
Love from your sister

DEAR ROB by Jordan

Dear Rob,

I hope you are not injured. Have you got enough food and drink? Have you made any friends? When are you going to be home because I really miss you. I hope I see you soon.

I am now a nurse. I have to work at 5.00 o’clock in the morning, I find it stressful and tiring. Some times I have to put stitches in people its just tiring work for women.

I hear men screaming their hearts out, I hear lungs being taken out, I see people dying. It’s so disgusting and some of them are yellow because of the mustard gas spreading. I walk from room to room. I see men screaming. All you hear in the hospital is men shouting. War is not needed the job is really serious work and upsetting. It is terrifying they have to do it all night because of the injuries. I have to wash the blood from their wounds, 400 people a day in this hospital. But 1000 people in other hospitals.

I hope it will not be long until I see you because I really miss you. I’m so heartbroken without you. When do you think the war will stop? Because I really have to see you. I have to put loads of stitches in people . I just want to see your face again.

Best wishes


Dear Charles,

Today has been hard at the hospital. I had 121 patients, soldiers of course. They were seriously injured. One only had his body, head and arms. We had to send him back to England to be fitted with a wheel chair. I hope he returned as he was and nothing bad has happened to him.

I could tell he was underage because he was short and was crying his eyes out, the poor thing. Hearing a gun fire must frighten him, feeling a gun might make him fight again! At least he didn’t smell the mustard or get Spanish flu. At least he will be safe.

I’m okay though Brother don’t worry about me. You focus on staying alive and not dying because you might not get to us in France, so focus and stay safe.

Your dearest sister
Lizie x0x0

DEAR JASON by Robert

Dear Jason,

I am having a hard time at the munitions factory. Other ladies are getting hurt and dying because they’re trying to find out how the weapons work and what they do. Some are having accidents with building them then they get things like grenades wrong and they blow up and people die.

Bye Jason. Love you. Good luck. Bye.
Love Emily


Dear Mum and Dad,

Last week one of my friends died.
So far I’ve been farming, nursing and a bus conductor.
For farming you have to make lots of food, you have to plant the crops, milk the cows, help the lambs being born plus I didn’t do farming nursing.
In nursing you have to help the injured people that have been shot, broken bones or lost something in their body.
Being a bus conductor you have to be clever, you have to know your math and literacy but I was not clever enough to get in.
But I did the nursing it was all I told you everything about Women’s Land Army.

It was fun talking to you bye.

From Jessie

DEAR MUM by Hayden

Dear Mum,

I’m in the Women’s Land Army. I got cut yesterday ploughing the fields. I’m fine and I’m working with the cows, milking them. Or I get to go and feed the pigs so that I get paid more.

From Poppy your baby girl.

DEAR DONALD by Elizabeth

Dear Donald,

How is the war going at the moment? I am working on the farms. I have made loads of new friends that I didn’t know lived in our village. We have to lift tree stumps and sow the fields. It’s hard work especially sowing the fields because nearly all of the horses are out at war as well as you. So we have to do it by hand and use the horses that we have got, which is not many.

My favourite part of the Women’s Land Army (WLA) is picking the crops and getting along with all the women.

I’ve got to go now because I’ll be late starting my shift. I love you and miss you lots.

Love, from
Victoria XX


MONDAY 5th JANUARY 1917 by Olivia

Dear Mum and Dad,

Being at war is really hard because I have to keep taking people to hospital in hot and stuffy ambulances all the time. And the smell of the sweat, the blood and the weight of people when I lift the stretcher! It’s so heavy in nearly pulled my arms out of my sockets!
I miss you lots and lots.
From your daughter xxx
P.S. I hope to see you soon



Dear Beloved Husband,

How are you doing at the moment? Are you getting on okay? Are you injured? At home with the Land Army I’m doing fine. I was planning to work on the farm and milk the cows and plant the crops. But I was put in the Munitions factory because of my nimble fingers. I have had a lot of practice sewing your socks and uniform, I know you like every stitch and pattern to be perfect. Today I was finishing making a bullet when a young girl came to me and introduced herself .her name was Annie Redwood. She was pretty with mousy brown hair. But she had one distinguishing feature her skin, it was yellow! I tried not to look to awed but I failed. She caught me staring and explained she worked with sulphur. She said it was a powder in bombs that make your skin go yellow! There were other girls like this and they were called the ‘Canary Girls’. Anyway, I hope you are well.

Love From Your Wife

Celia Johnson

DEAR EDWARD by Courtney

Dear Edward,

Hi, are you all right? Do you have enough food? Have you got any injuries, I hope there is no mustard gas.

Let me tell you about my life. It is hard working on the farm. It is muddy and wet. I’ve got lots and lots of animals.

I have to get up at 4.00a.m. and go to bed at 9.00p.m. It is a long tiring day, when I get up I get dressed and splash cold water on my face.

My next job is to feed the animals and milk the cows. I love feeding the baby animals.

I miss you, hopefully I can see you soon.

Love from
Courtney x


Dear Dad,

You are so brave! I miss you so so much. Home is not the same without you. I want you to come home but I know you are doing it for our country. Anyway how are you? Have you made friends? Mum said you might have some fags but who cares? I don’t! Try not to die.

Love Lash


Dear Mary,

This morning I signed up to grow vegetables for the country since the men are fighting there is so many jobs available. Astonishingly, the crowds for signing up are full of women. We can grow fruit and vegetables. Maybe munitions and be nurses. Devastatingly, I got a letter through from the army which read ‘We are very sorry to inform you that Rodrik Dave Shirly died in action on May the 15th 1915.

Now I have a humongous farm to run by myself and a child to care for I needed this job. As devastated as I am, we must continue with life. Unsurprisingly tears are running down my cheeks as I write this letter to you. However, tomorrow if the planning for his funeral the saddest thing is that May the 15th was our 10 year wedding anniversary but he died.


Dear Mum,

How are you Mum, I’m fine and I missed you so much that I want to go to you and see your smile again. I heard explosion but nothing near us, to kill or harm. Us is sent now to Grandma and Grandad. Don’t worry Mum you’ ll be all right.

Bye from your loving son Rof
Miss you xxx


Dear Klaus,

How are you? We are all missing you here at home. It’s all changed, there’s lots of damage, we all stay in bunkers, only get a little bit of food.
We hope that you are OK, that we get to see you soon.
Always in our prayers

LETTER from Jess

To my dearest John,

Life in the factory is so hard making the tools and guns is really hard. The uniform is so scratchy. I miss you so much hoping you are well.

Love Mary-May

LETTER from Sophie

Dear Albert,

We all miss you here in good old blity. Nan got killed in an air raid on our street. We hope you are back in time for Nan’s funeral. I’ll find out what the date of the funeral is and then send it on to you in my next letter. All the kids are at Aunty May’s so they are safe so I am all alone and sad so please come back as soon as possible because I need some support from you.

Lots of Love from Sophie
P.S. Golinda has become a nurse.


Dear Parents,

I miss you and the family I’m getting tired of this poxy war. I’ve killed over 280 people since 1914. We’re now in 1917 and our weekly rations are not enough for the week. Last week our water is limited. I have been shot once in each arm and my friends in the trench say that I’m the bravest person there. Take watch none stop I kill everyone that comes close to the trench. We’ve had over 56 gas attacks. And I wish I can see you soon.
Your sincerely Kriscian xxxxxx


By the trenches I hold my breath waiting for my death.
The poppies blow to and fro in Flanders fields.
Here the gunshots and the bombs is this where soldiers do belong?
The poppies blow to and fro in Flanders fields.
Now I lie in the grass waiting for war to pass.
The poppies blow to and fro in Flanders fields.


Aid is in need
Bandages are missing
Carts are to move
Does the job good
Every day is hard work
Fighting to save lives
Giving up is not an option
How do we cure their infected bullet wounds
It is still a miserable day
Just like yesterday
Killing is wrong
Limbs are lost every day
Men are shattered and shell-shocked
Not a single break
On duty all day
People die to often
Quickly dashing from soldier to soldier
Rows of soldiers come in every day
Soldiers yell with pain
To try and save them
Understand their calls
Victory will come
Weary men come and go
Xmas won’t be much fun here
Yet we carry on, doing our best
Zeppelins come and drop their bombs.

WAR POEM by Thea

Bang! Bang! Bang! These bullets fly
Fast as fast as cars and Bang! Bang! Bang!
I hear people’s screams hate that there
Dreaming but then
Bang! Bang! Bang!
There’s nobody left on the battlefield of death.

CANARIES by Madeleine

They want me they need me,
Only now, only then
More money, more hope
Less life less breath
I dream, I wish
That I wasn’t as yellow as custard or
Mustard or the Canary
That chirps in the tree.

SHE LEFT ME by Madeleine

She left me she went.
I didn’t want her to,
Neither did she,
I don’t know how,
I don’t know when,
But she left me and she went.
She said it was good but I’m not so sure.
But she’s my Mum, my only one, now she’s

THE NURSE by Amber

In the dusty and dirty hospital she roamed
So very far from her home
She ran tending for the sick and hurt men
The smell was terrible
The sight was too
As she saw the hard workingmen die
On the stone cold floor.
The coughs the crying and the whining
Was the most terrible thing to see
The sound of the guns boomed and echoed through the trees
Then even more men killed in the cold overgrown hospital.
The nurses were few, as every one knew


I’m going to save,
My friends want to kill.
Marching up the hill,
All with a gentle wave

Should I be going to war?
Should I be joining the WLA?
It’s going to be hard either way.

Should I take evacuees?
I think I will.
Maybe even grow some tea
But, is my decision is it the right one?


The siren goes off
There’s no sleep again
The screaming of soldiers
Say it’s time to begin.

The smell of the blood fills the air
But none here seem to care
I pack them and bandaged them
I herd them like cattle
I make them all fit and ready for battle
I think of my brother, a letter to send
And I wonder alone, will this war never end.


Women are helping
On to the end
Men are fighting
Early in the dawn
Nearly the end.

Fear is everywhere
In the trench
Ghastly creatures roam around
How sad for us women
To hear the gunfire.

POEM by Erin

There in front of me lay poppies
Growing over the dead soldiers graves.
As doing so consuming all of their hopes and dreams.

I stood staring at them,
I was paralysed with fear.

I’m not a perfect person; I’ve made a lot of
Mistakes in my time but,
I appreciate those who stayed and fought
I appreciate them all.

I promised myself I would not cry
I wish you were here or I was there with you.

In the sky the moon cries a love I don’t know
No one is happy
No one is alive.

Darkness fills me like this poor
Forgotten place the souls of the lost
Abandon people. Now fill our minds
With determination to never forget
Their heroic battle.


Pain, War watching men die
Ignorance men see with blind eyes
Broken, bruised nothing else left
Boys and men taken by theft
No one they know to help comfort the rest.


In 1914 our men went to war,
The women that stayed attempted their chores,
Untried and untested, their skills unheeded,
Previously ignored they actually succeeded

Nurses to heal our boys returned home,
Munitionettes to make bombs made of chrome,
Messengers sent with their orders in hand,
Ploughs in the field our girls on the land

The skills that they learnt now came home to roost,
Accomplished and confident, their dreams now set loose,
Trousers replaced the pomp of before,
Women made voters, all thanks to the war.


As I wake this day, another day, like the last.
Off to the factory for a long day of graft
I wonder when this hell will be done
Then I will once more see my love, my son, everyone

My job with these bombs and guns is a must
To not blow us all up, in me we all trust.
My skin is turning yellow and my hands are raw.
I do this for my country, my love, and not to be poor.

I wish war would end.


By the trenches I hold my breath,
Waiting, waiting for my death.

Everybody knows it’s coming but
There’s no point in running.

Death is near
But I must not fear.

My Country I must protect
The bullets I cannot deflect.

Soon it will be over
I will be lying on the beach at Dover
Having fun with my son and daughter.


Home is life, life is home
Everything is nothing, nothing is everything
Peace to war, war to peace
Family to orphan, good to bad, life to death

Home is freedom, freedom is home
Everything to nothing, nothing to everything
Victory to battle, battle to victory
Women grit, men fight, children hope for victory


When the men went off to fight
Us women stayed at home
Making the ammunition
Watching the food grow.

Saving the soldiers lives
And even risking our own
We saved so many lives
We were a big part.

We also grew the food
For us all to eat
Which made us all live
We were a big part.

We kept the spirits up
Whilst hope was running low
And devastation was high
We were a big part.

It was dangerous for us too
Many of us died
But we still soldiered on
We were a big part.

WHY DO I SURVIVE? by Liliana

Where did he go?
Dark thoughts fill my head,
It hurts not to know,
I feel that he’s dead.

I write every day,
But I get no reply.
He’s so far away,
I pray that is why.

War drags on,
With friends I smile,
Though when they’re gone,
I cry for a while.

He was the spark,
That kept me alive,
Now all seems dark,
Why do I survive?

But I’m not dead,
I’m waiting for May.
‘ I’ll see you’ he said,
‘On our wedding day’.


Jobs in World War 1
Fish get caught, people get ill –
Someone help the evil pain.
How do we know what’s wrong or not?
I will help, I’m a nurse

Vome Vome come on let’s go
Anyone got a room for this poor person.
Easily the worst job I ‘ve done.
You are hurt we can help in any way

COME BACK by Isobella

There I lay, in my
Bed, thinking that,
My husband could
Be dead. Rations
Are running out and
I’m full of doubt.

When I’m at work,
I still worry, but I
Know I must hurry.
Being a bus conductor
I must say is quite fun
But at times I can get quite glum.

I see passengers every
Day. We always chat away!
Even though our
Loved ones may be gone,
We still have support to
Give and we hope that they’ll live.

When I’m on the bus,
Passing other streets, I see
Anderson shelters in gardens,
That are kept neat.

Now it’s night, and I’m back
In bed and I’m dreaming
Of my husband in my head.


ALONE by Holly

Paralysed with fear, I hear the air raid sound.
I know what it means, I have to go underground.
But I am only young, this shouldn’t have to be.
I miss my Dad, who’s fighting,
Please come and rescue me.

It’s dark and it’s cold, I’m frightened
I need a parents hug
I need parents loving arms to keep me warm and snug.
To carry me through these darkest hours.
To take me from this place.
To bring me home, to wait once more.
For my Father to return home
To open up the door.
I am really sad
I don’t mean to moan
But I am here stuck ALONE
POEM by Luca

Bold, strong, marching on ready for battle.
Freezing cold but were still bold
With our blood stained courage.
Slumping in the trenches tired and cold
But we don’t care because we’re still bold.


At the start of World War 1
There was much work to be done.
Not just by men but by women too
The jobs they did? Well, I’ll tell you a few…

Perhaps all you think all they did was knit
But that would make you a bit of a twit.

The Women’s Land Army, they worked the fields
And extra food their efforts did yield.
The munitionettes did dangerous work to be sure.
Explosives, chemicals around them on the factory floor.

These were the most exceptional of times
And some of us even went down the mines.
We drove buses, trams and even trains
And a few were allowed to fly warplanes.

Some did heavy work, shipbuilding and furnace stoking
And, no you needn’t think I’m joking.
So when you think of the victory of World War 1
Think of the brave soldiers and women working as one!


Voices of despair,
Tears coming to my eyes,
As another one drops dread,
Blood flowing like a river.

Hospital to hospital,
Going as fast as we can,
For the rush of their life,
Hoping for survival.

With a shortage of nurses,
Us women pulled through,
Bandages, being fixed,
Saving lives everyday.

My boy has gone off to fight,
So has my husband,
I can’t stop thinking about him,
Will he come back alive or not?

Powers the word,
You’ve got to be careful,
Working whatever,
Even in dangerous conditions.

So many letters,
With the average per year being sixty six,
They could be someone’s last words,
But who knows, it could be anything.

So many women have jobs,
Reaching highs that they never thought was possible,
Taking the place of those brave men,
Those brave men who are risking their liv


On the trenches men lie there.
Respect is shown by nurses,
Living a life of war.
Diving through bullets.

Waving and helping soldiers,
Abroad all day and night.
Rolling soldiers become better.

On the beds, nurses save
Nothing but lives.
Everything was up to the women!

Sometimes you don’t need to be sad you need to be happy. Don’t always feel blue there’s always someone thinking about you, mmmmh oh yeah!
Sometimes you can feel so bad, but you can feel better, you can make yourself feel better.
Just push aside your worries, mmmh. Just be happier than normal oh yeah mmmh oh yeah.


In 1914 the war began.
Shellshock over there
Danger everywhere.
Bombs in the sky.
People pass by
Field covered with blood
Could they surrender?
Would they give up?
Thinking about this
Makes me feel horrible.


My name is Elizabeth Jones, I work in the Women’s Land Army because my husband has gone to battle. This is my poem:
Five shillings a week,
That’s not bad,
I am not a rich woman.
Working outside all day,
Doing my part in the army.

Rain spitting on my face,
Arms so numb and sore.
It hurts, the pain,
Doing my part in the army.

At least I get good pay,
Singing to keep the beat.
Working as a team,
Women’s jobs
Doing my part in the army.

TIMBER by Oliver

Trees falling down like a monster pouncing.
Leaves drifting down.
Trees fresh from the out,
Cold air everywhere.
Woods in the gloom,
Cow’s mooing.

Teams of women chipping away.
Pulling, pulling, pulling away.
Women singing in rhythm of cutting
Saws with leather handles, soft as living cows.
Holding wood, getting splinters.
Timber cutting, timber cutting, really terrifyin


Women in World War One,
Women in World War One,
Women in World War One,
They worked in the munitions factory,
They were called Canaries,
Canaries, Canaries, Canaries,
Because they used sulphur
for bombs and guns.
And there skin went yellow.

Women in World War One,
Women in World War One,
Women in World War One,
Worked in Women’s Land Army,
Army, army, army,
They wore trousers,
They wore high boots,
They worse a jersey,
They wore a soft felt hat,
They wore tights,
They farmed for food because
Germany blocked there good.

Women in World War One,
Women in World War One,
Women in World War One
Worked as VAD Nurses,
They were special volunteer nurses,
In 1914 there were 9000 nurses
And 4 years Later !
The war ended,
So that tell’s you.
Women in the World War One
Didn’t have much fun!


I am working in the factories,
Two shillings a week!
Nervously working,
Frantic, terrifying, shocking!

Planning to die,
People working with bullets,
Carefully working,
Frantic, terrifying, shocking!

Working as a team,
Handling bullets,
Working hard,
Frantic, terrifying, shocking!

My skin is turning yellow!
At least I am well paid,
Working, working,
It’s such hard work,
Frantic, terrifying , shocking!

I must do my part,
In the war!


Poppies are deep red
Growing on the muddy fields
Saturated water
Poppies mean death
Remember the soldiers
They were so young, it makes me upset.


Big shells,
Loud noises.
People talking.
Risking their lives.
Dangerous grenades.
Sulphur making their skins go yellow.
Terrible conditions.
Some dying because of it.
I feel so devastated about this.
My friend died yesterday.
We’re only doing it for the men.


Timber cutting,
The hardest work at war,
It makes you tired,
It makes you sleppy.
It makes you hungry and thirsty too,
It’s fun to work with the girls,
And it’s fun talking with them too,
Timber cutting
The hardest work at war.

Timber cutting,
The hardest work at war,
We cut the trees,
And we carry them to the truck too,
It gives us pain,
But we still love working with each other.
The fresh breeze against our faces while we work,
Timber cutting
The hardest work at war.


Military Factory
People crying being ill,
People so tired because they
Work long.

Military Factory

I Mable Smith

I made big shells grenades
Bullets , guns and more.
The factory was sored out but
It seemed like choices

I Mable Smith

Gun Powder
Dangerous grenades exploding,
People worried about getting blown up,
Gun powder.

V.A.D. V.A.D. V.A.D. VA.D.V.A.D. by Ellie

People with Spanish Flu,
People with infected wounds,
Gun shots in backs,
This is the gory side of being a nurse.

Amputating on the spot,
People gagging on their own blood.
No anesthetic,
This will give ‘em’ shellshock
This is the gory side of being a nurse.

A queue in the waiting room,
No heartbeat,
No pulse.
This is the sad side of being a nurse.

Doing for the War by Lewis

The cold wind whipping against my neck,
The rain lashing onto my face,
Trees collapsing! Saws clanging! Cutting the timber
I must keep going because of the war.

Tired and weary life draining out of me
Arms in pain, work’s so hard.
Eyes closing! Limbs aching! Feel like sleeping
I must keep going because of the war.

Soft cold mattress there for me
Just after I have my tea
Tomorrow I’ll be ready to help again
I must keep going because of the war.

POPPIES by Chloe

Poppies on the edge,
Poppies on the edge,

I land
Easy in sun.
Sun rises up in the South
Violets are blue,
Roses are red,
Blue bells are blue
And so are you.

War is coming,
Coming over, roar louder and louder

I Land
Sun is rising in the East
Coming for us, On the edge,
Moments are ending,
Edge of Love,
No love
Go home and be safe,

Love, on the edge of it
Easy love.

Lost, on the edge,
Easy love
Is Lost
Sun is love

Love on the edge.
Sun is sadness to and from .


Driving my ambulances
Bombs going off all around
Death all around
Guns going off
Bang, bang.
Smoke blocking the way,
Blood flying everywhere.
People sacrificing their lives
Explosion, explosion
Shell shock here and there, mustard gas everywhere.

I’m driving my ambulances
Everything is going off
I’m petrified
I have to save the soldiers
Am I going to make it.
Will I get back in time to save the soldiers.

Blood everywhere
The wounded all around,
Soldiers carrying the wounded soldiers on stretchers.

WOMEN IN WORLD WAR 1 by Georgia aged 9

The women had a lot of hard work
Whilst the guns were going berserk.
They worked all day long
Some worked with a mighty bomb.
Milkwomen, Bus conductor name them all
All women worked in World War 1, small or tall.


It all started in 1914
When the men went off to war.

But not the women of course
Then I choose to be a driver.

I come from a rich family, well kind of,
My family died two years ago in 1912.

Now I am scarred, scarred for life,
I feel like I might cry.

All I have left are my pets,
Sunset and Blaze.
People say I am crazy not being a wife.

It’s my first day on the job,
I am trying to do it right,

It’s my first day on the job
I think the war is just not right.

I am driving to the trenches,
I see all the bodies on the ground.
There are only so many people we can save.


Women at work day and night
Earning 60 shillings while soldiers fight.
Building guns,
Make us women tired
And very hungry too!
Building guns is scary too!

Women had to take over the farming.
Women had to wear trousers, men thought it was not charming.
Women had to wear breeches
They tried not to get leeches.
Germany tried to stop food getting in.
So they transported it in tins.
Women had to do the post.
Even though they did not approve most.


I work in the fields
All day long.
Pick the crops
And set up props.
Never see my brother,
Or my family.
Chat to friends
And collect pens.
Write letters
Wait for a reply
Sleep at night,
Dream of sunlight
Sow the fields
Water them too.
Do all this in my uniform,
Making sure that I perform.

SADNESS by Kira age 9

The bombs fell down more and more
As families of soldiers went to war,
Homes were demolished and crashed to the ground,
Sadness and devastation all around.

To keep children safe they were sent away,
For quite a while but would be back one day.

As they stood waiting to leave
With butterflies in their tummy’s,
And tears flowing like rivers at the thought
Of leaving their Mummy’s.

With gas masks in hand and teddy in tow,
It was the best thing to leave, they knew they must go.
Many lives have changed because of the war cloud,
For our soldiers of war we could not be more proud.

Here we are looking at the role that women played during WWI, but are you sure you know how the war actually started?

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