World War 1

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World War 1

World War 1

Welcome to my World War 1 Glogster! Here you will find my propaganda poster, my letter from the front, my hybrid text, a sample of my poetry analysis and other World War 1 youtube clips and images

My Hybrid Text talks about a mother named Amelia Martin, who agreed for her son — Jim Martin, to enlist for the war after all Jim’s efforts to persuade his mum, convincing her that War was just another exciting adventure. Amelia lied about Jim's name and age. He was soon to be recognized as James Martin — an 18 year old boy. However, Andrew Martin — Jim's dad, did not agree with his son's foolish decision. Education or War; it was hard for Jim to choose. However, he knew which one held his strongest desire. He wanted to learn more things about the 'outside' world because relying on the family was considered a thing that a grown man should not do. Jim displayed his maturity. Just like an argument that is often depicted as happening on the shoulders of a person between a good and a bad angel, War is 'speaking' as loud as it can from his heart. Jim's assurance — "I will return home." made Amelia kept on questioning her son's existence, after receiving a letter from the military. Just right after the little sisters were jamming together making up a song to sing to their brother when he returned, the whole family found out Jim was dead. The text puts the readers into the position of a mother losing her own son. The choice of language describes the feelings of the mother very well. The readers will be moved by the text. It evokes their emotions, in order to make connections between the written text and the readers' personal experiences. Guilt and regret was also shown throughout the text, to display a wide range of emotions that a person experiences when losing their loved ones. The text also describes the bravery and highlights the sacrifice that each of the soldiers made, especially of this 14 year old boy.

Anthony Crewkerné Gallipoli, Turkey 28th July 1915The Crewkerné FamilyLauncestonTAS, Australia Dear Mum, Dad, Stanely, Riveté, Deutsché and Teddy J Thank you, or as we always say ‘Merci’, for the lovely pair of socks and a hand-knitted cardigan that you sent me, Riveté. The cold air seems to always bring shivers to the bottom of my spine, during our resting nights here in the trenches. Your cardigan is now starting to go into function, as I applied it as a blanket. Sorrows for the other soldiers, whom I made friends with, because those hessians poured with soil combined with sand water and dirty rocks, are to be use as their blankets. I still remember when I sent the last goodbyes to our family, just before the British force shoved me into joining their army. With the tape measure swinging on your fingers, you measured every inch of my shoulders and arms. I did not know what you were doing, but when the parcel was delivered, I realize how much you care for me, and *oui, the socks and cardigan fits me perfectly! I hope your wool-knitting business is going well, as I know all the busy orders keep you happy! *S'il vous plaît, take good care of the family, and I know you always do. Your help does lift part of the burden off the family. Dad, is there any chance that you can send me a fruit parcel? The fruit we have here doesn’t taste as pleasant as your home-grown fruit. For every time you handed me a piece of watermelon (my favourite of all), to me it was a reward after getting my sleeves soaked in dirt, helping you to fertilize the soil and water the plants. The beetroots, coconuts, bananas and watermelons here are soggy and have an awful taste. We also have to cut and share the watermelons into quarters! Hence, the ‘desert cuisine’ here is nothing compare to yours. What do you say, if we shall try for a mango tree at your farm? I’d be excited to see it ripe when I return home! The chefs here try to cook various different dishes from cassava, which we are now all sick of. The pickle sandwiches, buttered scones, salad cream on lettuce, and cold roast chicken with lemon stuffing reminds me of your better-than-these-chefs cooking. Is it ok with you, Mum, if you can cook your Pavlova heirloom recipe, after our family reunites? One of our mates, Jean O William II, was the best lad of mine. He died after a Turkish bomb landed on the bottom half of his legs when we were walking, exhausted, up the track on the Gallipoli Peninsula. I said to William II: “All the nurses with ‘pulchritude beyond description’ are waiting for you, O William II. You can’t just die now.” My voice turned hoarse, my throat felt like something had blocked it. I thought William II would have had a chance to talk to her, the nurse he told me about during our late night talks, whom he fell in love with. Bald guy, Alfie, died due to his gunshot wounds which turned into necrosis. The war has brought devastation among us, some are half dead, some are dead. We landed at the Anzac Cove. This is probably our best landing place, as the ridges near the beach are being use as defence areas. The Turks are sending their infantry battalion to get ready, but I don’t think they have made any preparations nor expect a battle on the Anzac Cove. The Turks understand that due to un-expectations, they WILL have to fortify their battalion. The most chance is, that Turkey will achieve the victory and defeat Australia along with our Allies. Our troops are moving toward the Gallipoli Peninsula. Our couple of sleeps didn’t last very long; the Turks have been gun firing us like mosquitoes. Our battle plans have moved inland. Hence, I don’t think the disembarkation idea of General Birdwood is good. Because there is utterly no support from the navy and limited troops; we have very less chance of conquest, as our attack strength will decrease. We have been climbing up the summits of hills and cliffs, we established our lookout area. The landing place isn’t good; under our feets are some fearfully steep hills. We could not build trenches, we blame the Turks’ gunfire and shrapnel bursting. *En tout pays, il y a une lieue de mauvais chemins... The war so far has been brutal and hellish, even if the government won’t admit it publicly. I came to realize that the Turks are NOT cold-blooded and inhuman according to the propaganda. A little joy spreads into the atmosphere, when Turks gave dried raisins and sweets as gifts to us, and we show appreciation by giving them tinned food and cigars. Give my love to everyone, Stanely and Deutsché included (hope schools are going well with those two), and especially Teddy J. Tell her we could do with a horse here. She’d have all the hay she wanted to eat and could carry our tools up those summits. Or we could ride her on the muddy and jolty field. Can’t wait to come home, Anthony Crewkerné *Oui: ‘Yes’ in French *S'il vous plaît : ‘Please’ in French *En tout pays, il y a une lieue de mauvais chemins: This means in every country, there's a league of bad paths, or there will be bumps even on the smoothest roads.


I wrote this letter as a point of view of a French soldier who lived in Australia when he was little and was convinced by the propaganda to enlist for World War 1. The first half of the letter describes his family relationships - the closeness and lovingness that Anthony Crewkerne has with each member of his family. Thus, this moves him to make a promise that he WILL return home. Anthony stated that he is the happiest person among his mates who always complain about the war. He knew that he was lucky, since he was the only one who received a knitted cardigan and a pair of socks to stay warm in. Yet, he still shows pity to himself when admitting the conditions in the trenches and how terribly the war truly is. The last half of the letter describes the battle plan of the British force and the suspected moves of the enemies. The second last paragraph also focuses on giving the readers a brief knowledge about the friendship between the soldiers, despite the fact that they fought against each other in battles. This letter shows a wide range of elements that are hidden by the censors.

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Our propaganda poster goes against the commemoration of World War 1. We created the slogan “Why is our triumphalism only for Australia and New Zealand? We were not alone.” to deliver a message to the audience, that Australia and New Zealand did not just only fight by themselves. Their reason for triumph was given to them by support coming from other countries. Hence, the support was significant and brought a huge impact on Australia and New Zealand. The background mostly consists of black and white colors. The black and white makes the viewers think deeply about the meaning of the text, instead of making them feel overwhelmed with all the bright colors filling up the background. We chose a bright red color for the poppies, in order to make them stand out. The poppies represent World War 1. Therefore, when the viewers have a quick look at the background, they’ll know what the poster is talking about. Bright red poppies are not the only thing that the viewers are focusing on; therefore, we highlighted our slogan in grey. Hence, the slogan stands out while the grey highlighting brings a contrast, yet still combining well with the whole background. Moreover, as the bottom of the background is complexly drawn, the grey highlighting also prevents the viewers’ eyes from ‘hunting’ for the text. Our slogan consists of two different fonts. The heading of the slogan “Why is our triumphalism only for Australia and New Zealand?” is all in capitals, in order to attract the viewers’ eyes, also to allow them to self-think and have their own opinions. The heading creates suspense. It makes the viewers ask questions and want to find out the actual meaning of the poster. The second part of the slogan “We were not alone” is in bold and also in a different font, in order to decrease the overload of the viewers’ eyes. Hence, the heading and the second part of the slogan needs different font, not just all in capitals. This text is kept short and summarized; it enables the viewers to fully understand the hidden meaning of the poster by themselves. The text makes the viewers realize (or strengthen their opinions) that people are still lacking knowledge about the commemoration of World War 1. We shall appreciate the courage, support and readiness from other countries, the ones that brought back triumphalism for everyone.

Tough conditions displayed in the trenches

The first tank was used in WW1

Thank you, for taking our sons away from us. My husband – Andrew, still drinks heavily since the day Jim Martin died. All that hard yakka wasn’t easy. Keeping our son to stick to school wasn’t easy. He wasn’t a clever kid, he gave up on his Maths, a ‘Low IQ Kid’; they called him. That insulting saying ‘Father like son’, had made Andrew realized that he can’t just watch his son ‘sink’ to the bottom of the class and not throw a ‘buoyant’ at him. Rumors turned into honest comments, Jim became the student who remained top-class at the school. It was hard, but Andrew saw his success after the continuous guiding and teaching that helped Jim comprehend the different subjects. Our family then kept receiving praises from our friends and the teachers, telling us how impressed they were with our son, despite a fact that Jim hated getting pats on the shoulders from his dad, saying “Your mother and I are very proud of you.” Jim’s school mates, about 4 or 5 of them, sometimes came over and we had a meal together. They helped washing up the dishes and all, and never did we ever concern about Jim’s choice of friends. The day Jim went home from school, on a Tuesday, I started worrying because his friends were showing him some of the propaganda that were glued up on the walls a few days ago. Things were going all over my head, and I was scared that he was going to enlist in the war. I was scared that Jim wouldn’t be able to manage and take care of himself if he was going to be away from home for a few months. Loud, smashing sounds against the table, Andrew was pointing and yelling at Jim, forcing him to stay in school and keep learning, so that he could find a good job and take care of us when we’re old, or get a wife and give us some grandchildren, so us oldies wouldn’t feel lonely and empty. “The war is going to be wonderful, yet an adventurous journey. I will learn more exciting things and gain more important life-needed skills that I would never learn from anywhere else, except joining the war. I’m 14; I’m old enough to be more independent, rather than just ‘sitting’ and waiting for things to be done for me. I want to help our country when they need me most. I’ll be coming home in a quick period of time, before you even realize that I’m back!” Trees that hold firmly on the ground don’t fall, no matter how strong the wind blows. Jim’s showing of maturity and determination had changed my mind. My husband was not willing to sign the enlistment form. My final call of decision was made when ‘Jim Martin, 14 years old’ was written in led. ‘James Martin, 18 years old’, Jim told me to make some little changes to his identity, explaining that he was afraid to run away and join up under his real name. We did a bit of cleaning around the house while I was baking a Red Velvet cake for Annie Martin – my daughter’s tenth birthday. Andrew decided to give us a hand; he swept the floor and changed the water of the vase. His disappointment in Jim had not faded, but I could see an expression of excitement about Jim’s returning showing on his face, behind his glasses. My heart lit up with happiness for when we reunite as a whole family. We will gather together, wishing Annie birthday wishes, giving her presents and listening to what Jim has learnt and enjoyed on his journey far from home. Our three daughters, including Mary and Amelia Martin, harmonize with each other so well. It was so much better than those kids knocking on people’s front doors singing the Christmas Carols. Annie, Mary and Amelia made up a song called “Jim is coming home!” I received the parcel that was attached with an envelope, and it was Jim’s belongings – A New Testament, a money belt, a thin red-and-white paper streamer, some letters and an aluminum ‘dog tag’. The envelope was a military letter. Matron Reddock Anzac Cove, Gallipoli 25 October 1915The Martin FamilyMary StHawthorn, Melbourne Dear Private James Martin’s family, …He said he was feeling much more comfortable and thanked me so nicely for what had been done for him. He then settled down to get a sleep but died quite suddenly and quietly of heart failure at 6.40 p.m. That was yesterday… I know what a terrible grief it is for you to lose him, but you must know I am very proud of him for so nobly coming forward to fight for his country. Yours in all deep sympathy, Matron Reddock Beyond shock, beyond pain and losing balance, I sunk down onto the floor. I had been wrong, wrong to enlist my only son for the horrendous war. I was the one who kept the family together, but without Jim, our family will never be the same. The war has taken away Jim Martin’s life, a 14 year old who lied that he was an 18 year old boy – The youngest Australian soldier who sacrificed everything he had for his country.

This video is a nicely-done summary to give the audience the ‘base’ knowledge about WW1, without losing the audience’s interest by not telling a ‘story’ from the beginning all the way to the end. The video was kept short and sharp, it draws people’s awareness to how devastating the results of WW1 were, which has made a huge impact on the countries. The facts and statistics’ intention seems to be to answer the common questions that people have about WW1, yet those facts and statistics still give the audience surprises and make them gasp about things they didn’t know about WW1 before. The nice visualization (colour-choosing images that suites the theme of the video) and the engaging enthusiasm which is shown through the speaker’s voice also make this is a good and helpful video to watch.


This “Poetry Analysis” slide is about my interpretation of the poem ‘Flanders Fields’ line by line.


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