Writing a letter as a soldier in the trenches of World War One
I can write a letter which recounts an imagined experience from the trenches of World War One, using Wilfred Owen’s 1917 letter to his mother as stimulus.
Writing a letter as a soldier in the trenches of World War One
I can write a letter which recounts an imagined experience from the trenches of World War One, using Wilfred Owen’s 1917 letter to his mother as stimulus.
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Lesson details
Key learning points
- The date, address and greeting are important features of letters.
- A recount could balance precise facts with atmospheric details.
- A letter concludes with a sign off which could signal your relationship with the person the letter is to.
Keywords
Recount - to describe something that happened, to tell its story
Balance - an equal distribution of two or more things
Metaphor - a literary technique in which you compare one thing to another; Owen compares mud to an octopus in his letter
Atmospheric - creating a distinctive mood
Resentment - a complex emotion in which you feel anger, disappointment, bitterness
Common misconception
People don't use literary methods in nonfiction writing.
Whenever you write any thing - even a shopping list - you are employing methods. Every word is a choice, thus every choice can be evaluated. In nonfiction writing (even nonfiction writing by people who aren't writers) methods will be used for effect.
Content guidance
- Depiction or discussion of violence or suffering
- Depiction or discussion of mental health issues
Supervision
Adult supervision required
Licence
This content is © Oak National Academy Limited (2024), licensed on Open Government Licence version 3.0 except where otherwise stated. See Oak's terms & conditions (Collection 2).
Lesson video
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Starter quiz
6 Questions
It was of course dark, too dark [.]
The seeng-seeng-seeng of the bullets reminded me of Mary's canary.
Water filled it to a depth of 1 or 2 feet, leaving say 4 feet of air.
Every ten minutes on Sunday afternoon seemed an hour.
[I had to] crawl, wade, climb and flounder over No Man's Land [.]