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Using Seigfried Sassoon’s poem “Does it matter?” and your knowledge of world was 1, Write a fictional account of a visit to an injured soldier in a Sanatorium from a wealthy middle ages female volunteer visitor. Write this from the soldiers

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Using Seigfried Sassoon's poem "Does it matter?" and your knowledge of world was 1, Write a fictional account of a visit to an injured soldier in a Sanatorium from a wealthy middle ages female volunteer visitor. Write this from the soldiers point of view. I was lying on my bed as I had been for the last two weeks. Ever since the shell had dropped next to me I have never been the same..... I try not to think about the things that I saw while fighting on the front lines. The quack said that my hearing should improve and that my right arm would become stronger with time. I prefer not to talk about my leg. I like to think about my life before I signed up, about my old girlfriend, my mates and my family. Nowadays my ex-girlfriend does not want to know me anymore because of my injuries and all my mates? I can't even remember who was alive and who was dead when I left, and the war wasn't even over. I had my own room at the sanatorium. There were some wilting flowers and a letter on my table. The bed that I am on is hard and cold with metal grills at each end. ...read more.

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All they do is make things worse because they do not understand the realities of war, death, bloodshed and shouts of the injured... The lady that came into my room also had a posh voice and was wearing expensive clothes and a fur around her neck. Immediately disliked her. She said hello and introduced herself as, "Mrs Patterson". I said hello in a gruff voice and told her my name. "How do you feel today Nick?" she asked. I felt like saying, well how would you feel with only one leg lady? Instead I replied, "Yes I feel quite a bit better today." She proceeded to tell me about what had been happening in the war. According to her the Allies had managed to make the Germans retreat many miles with minimal losses. What and I am supposed to believe you? I began to understand more the attitudes of these patronising women; they believed the news papers! How could they be so stupid as to believe the newspapers? What has probably happened is that the British army has suffered severe losses and the Germans have only retreated a very small distance. As Mrs Patterson carried on talking about what had supposedly been happening , I began to feel slightly bewildered about how women actually saw the war. ...read more.

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Through the green sea of the gas I could see the blood coming from his mouth as he fell to the ground. The look on face was one or excruciating pain and suffering. After the gas had cleared they slung his body into a cart and the troops marched on behind the cart with the dead man's body sprawled in the back. The woman had gone slightly pale and looked mystified, "Are, are you joking with me?" I looked at her, "Do you think that I would make that story up?" "So that really happened then?" "Yes it did." She looked horrified now and I think that it had hit home that I was not joking and that dying for Britain was definitely not as good as she thought. She stood up, good old Mrs Patterson was not looking so dignified and strong anymore. She looked like she was going to fall over as she made her way slowly to the door. It opened as she pulled it, the old door creaked as usual as Mrs Patterson left. I was left there again in my room wondering if she really believed me and if she would ever come back to this place again. Another day of pain and misunderstanding for another person because of this stupid war. Nicholas Mitchell 10 BK Word Count : 1320 ...read more.

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