Hello! It’s Miles again – here with my second blog. I will be writing about two major events that have taken place over the last couple of days: Harvest Festival and Remembrance Day.
Firstly, last Tuesday, Father Richard came in to lead our annual Harvest Festival. On display was all the food that parents had generously donated, which has been taken to Bromley Borough Foodbank to help those in need.
During the assembly, Father Richard had set up a dining table and asked for a volunteer who was very hungry and good at French. As anticipated, a barrage of hands flew into the air and, of all of the students Father Richard could have selected, he chose my younger brother! He was then sat down and had the menu read to him in French! Father Richard (probably noticing the confused face) translated it to English.
He had been promised a delicious meal of steak, chicken, potatoes and wine. However, when the cloche (the dome-shaped silver thing sometimes placed on top of food in posh restaurants) was finally removed, all that was on the plate was some bare ingredients: a pile of seeds and some grapes in a glass! I saw lots of confused faces in the audience, but none more so than my brother’s. Father Richard than explained the message: that bare food on its own would not taste that nice and a lot of hard work and preparation goes into making it ready for us to enjoy. Never-the-less, my brother did enjoy some of the grapes!
On Monday, November 11th, the school took part in a Remembrance Day service. Mr Cobb read us some letters written by his great-uncle, Ernest, during the First World War. The letters started from when he travelled to France at the start of the war and gave an interesting perspective into what it would have been like for an average young man to head into war and his experiences there. Ernest did not go into much graphic detail about his experiences in what was likely to have been an attempt not to frighten his mother. Some of these letters were also accompanied by sketches, further depicting what life was really like in the War.
He also described his promotion and deliberately not getting some fellow soldiers into trouble for falling asleep on a duty as he knew what they (and him) were going through. These letters ended abruptly after Earnest was killed by the shrapnel of an exploding shell in one of the trenches just before Christmas of 1915.
It can sometimes be easy to overlook the individual stories of soldiers when hearing about the millions who died, but Ernest’s example reminded us that every single soldier’s death would have had a knock-on effect on family and friends, making the tragedy even worse. We then listened to ‘The Last Post’ before taking part in a two minute’s silence to remember Ernest and the millions of other people who died in the World Wars and other conflicts around the world.
Thank you for reading my blog this week and I look forward to writing again soon.