George Edwards was born in the spring of 1899 in South Hampton. His mother Elizabeth Edwards was a nurse. His father Edward Edwards was a farmer. On the family farm. As a kid George would run around his father’s farm and play in the fields. His favorite game was catch, he would play it with his father. Edward was a loving father he spent every minute of his free time with his son. Even though the birth of George was not planned they were both happy about having a son.
In his early adulthood he was very good at school subjects. His favorite subject was English because he loved England very much. He was very patriotic and proud of his origins. In 1912 when George was 13 Elisabeth gave birth to a baby. Catherine Edwards George’s new sister became the main priority in the family. Elisabeth would take care of little Catherine all day but as soon as George would be done with helping his father he would join her. George usually sang for his little sister so she can fall asleep easily. In the summer Georges father had an accident. One of his eyes got damaged while he was collecting his harvest. This made him unable to work so George had to do everything himself. He had many friends which decided to help him even though he didn’t ask for help.
When the war started in 1914 George was 15 and unable to join the army. He wanted to save his country but didn’t want to kill other people. His friends however pushed him and made him join the forces. So at the age of 15 George left his mother with his sister and his father who was unable to work in south Hampton and became a medic in the British army.
Soon after George was sent to France. He always tried his best to save as many Britons as possible. He would say that no one deserves to die.He would repeat that once he saw a badly wounded German he would help him too. George hated looking at people in pain. He despised every moment of being at war. His day was made out of sleeping waking up at the sun and saving lifes.
One day in 1917 he was doing his job while he saw a wounded German crying for help in a whole made by an artillery shell. Without second thoughts he ran to him and offered him help. The German was shot in his thigh. George took the bullets out and bandaged his leg. The German spoke in his own language he looked thank full.
By the winter of 1917 the supplies were short. Many soldiers including George started to get bad cases of trench foot and started to be hungry. He would feel cold due to the fact that there were very little clothes he could wear. He was also wounded. A machine gun bulled pierced his shoulder but he hid it because people needed him.
By 1918 only two of Georges friends were alive. The rest had been shot in the no man’s land. George was exhausted and cold, couldn’t take no more. The wound has not healed and it got infected. He started to feel weaker and weaker. So weak he got shot two more times. The cold and the hunger along with the pain and sadness had a huge impact on George. The next morning he was dead. Covered by snow, all those people he saved, no one saved him.
I remember myself wondering what’s the point of being born if your going to die anyway? But then I think about George. My hero. The one that went war with me, the one that saved my life. Though I was his enemy. Soon after the war ended I tied to find him to thank him properly. I have only found his crying family: Edward Elisabeth and Catherine. I told them the story, I can only imagine the pride going through his father.
The sun always woke him. Either at home or during the war in france. But not today in the freezing snow. Nothing can wake him up now. The sun wakes the seeds. Made the planet alive. His body is still warm but won’t move. Was life created for death? Why did life sea distract the earth in the first place?
Winter of 1918 was especially cold.
He fought in France..
While his mother moved to india
He died at night while sleeping in the trench
In the morning he didn’t wake up like he usually does..
He went to heaven
He was born in 1899
Was in an agricultural place in england.
Had many friends
Loving parents and a younger sister.
Helped others
Good at school subjects
Believed in freedom and was a patriot
Dad died in the war
Joined a pal battalion with his friends
Most of them were shot in front of him
War medic never killed no one
George was born in 1899 in England. He was born to a farmer and a nurse they were very loving parents. He lived in the city of…….. And was an average student. As a boy he loved his life. He loved plants nature and life. He loved his life at the farm, planting crops and harvesting them was his favorite thing. He wasn’t rich. He was just average. When he was 10 a little sister was born. George loved to help his mother with the newborn. When George became 18 he joined the army with his friends. The propeganda made him change his mind. He didn’t want to kill. So he became a medic. Every morning as soon as the sun rose He would run around no man’s land picking up soldiers and bandaging them and saving life’s. Most of them was too late to help. He survived the spring the summer and the autumn but when the winter came he struggled to stay warm. His clothes were not enough for the freezing snow of France. He tried hard but one morning he didn’t go running about when the rays hit him. He was still warm. But you couldn’t make him move. He died, but why was he born in the first place?
George Edwards was born in the spring of 1899 in South Hampton. His mother Elizabeth Edwards was a nurse. His father Edward Edwards was a farmer on the family farm. As a kid George would run around his father’s farm and play in the fields. His favorite game was catch, he would play it with his father. Edward was a loving father he spent every minute of his free time with his son. Even though the birth of George was not planned they were both happy about having a son.
In his early adulthood he was very good at school subjects. His favorite subject was English because he loved England very much. He was very patriotic and proud of his origins. In 1912 when George was 13 Elisabeth gave birth to a baby. Catherine Edwards George’s new sister became the main priority in the family. Elisabeth would take care of little Catherine all day but as soon as George would be done with helping his father he would join her. George usually sang for his little sister so she can fall asleep easily. In the summer Georges father had an accident. One of his eyes got damaged while he was collecting his harvest. This made him unable to work so George had to do everything himself. He had many friends which decided to help him even though he didn’t ask for help.
When the war started in 1914 George was 15 and unable to join the army. He wanted to save his country but didn’t want to kill other people. His friends however pushed him and made him join the forces. So at the age of 15 George left his mother with his sister and his father who was unable to work in south Hampton and became a medic in the British army.
Soon after George was sent to France. He always tried his best to save as many Britons as possible. He would say that no one deserves to die and that if he saw a badly wounded German he would help him too. George hated looking at people in pain. He despised every moment of being at war. His day was made out of sleeping waking up at the sun and saving lifes.
One day in 1917 he was doing his job while he saw a wounded German crying for help in a whole made by an artillery shell. Without second thoughts he ran to him and offered him help. The German was shot in his thigh. George took the bullets out and bandaged his leg. The German spoke in his own language he looked thank full.
By the winter of 1917 the supplies were short. Many soldiers including George started to get bad cases of trench foot and started to be hungry. He would feel cold due to the fact that there were very little clothes he could wear. He was also wounded. A machine gun bulled pierced his shoulder but he hid it because people needed him.
By 1918 only two of Georges friends were alive. The rest had been shot in the no man’s land. George was exhausted and cold, couldn’t take no more. The wound has not healed and it got infected. He started to feel weaker and weaker. So weak he got shot two more times. The cold and the hunger along with the pain and sadness had a huge impact on George. The next morning he was dead. Covered by snow, all those people he saved, no one saved him.
I remember myself wondering what’s the point of being born if your going to die anyway? But then I think about George. My hero. The one that went war with me, the one that saved my life even though I was his enemy. Soon after the war ended I tied to find him to thank him properly. I have only found his crying family: Edward Elisabeth and Catherine. I told them the story, I can only imagine the pride going through his father.
What season was it in?
Summer Winter Autumn
Is the protagonist dead or alive
What is the writer feeling
Sad Angry Happy
What event did this happen in?
When did he die
Today Yesterday Week ago
The sun always woke him. Either at home or during the war in france. But not today in the freezing snow. Nothing can wake him up now. The sun wakes the seeds. Made the planet alive. His body is still warm but won’t move. Was life created for death? Why did life sea distract the earth in the first place?