The life of michael morpurgo war
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It's been a shamefully long time since I did a review. My fellow reviewer will not be contributing to this. I made the fatal mistake of buying her the first two Georgia Nicholsonbooks, and so all hope was lost as far as horsey book reviewing went. Added to that, she is now off in Germany on her school trip, wildly excited as this is the first time she has been Abroad. She was so full of whoomph she managed to get up effortlessly at 3.00 am on Wednesday so we could get to Kettering in time for the 4.15 am start. Although I am definitely a lark, and usually wake at 5.00 am at this time of year, 3.00 am was pushing it a little, particularly as I didn't sleep well, being too petrified of oversleeping and missing the off..... despite having own mobile, son's and husband's all set for a 3.00 am alarm call.
When son did this trip (though it was France in his case) one of his friends did miss the coach, and so his mother chased it down the M1 before finally catching up at a service station.
But I digress.
War Horse is near the top, if not at the top of all the books I've read for my survey of the modern pony book. That said, it's not a pony book: it is a story about a horse: perhaps more of a successor to Black Beauty than anything else. Like Black Beauty it's written in the first
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War Horse Author Sir Michael Morpurgo: How Army Life Shaped My Writing
Writer Sir Michael Morpurgo has never been far from the hardships and heartbreak war can bring - having spent time in the Army and growing up in a post-war England.
The author of War Horse and countless other children's best-sellers, whose latest involvement with the military community has been championing the athletes taking part in the Invictus UK Trials in Sheffield, has told of his own experiences while serving in the Armed Forces and the influence this has had on his life and career.
Speaking to Forces Network, he said:
“It was the best time of my life for making friends, it was the worst time of my life for people shouting at me,”
He said that he felt like it was a natural fit for him to sign up to the British Army, joining after finishing school.
He was awarded a two-year scholarship as an officer-cadet at the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst.
However, he soon found that Army life was not for him with a decisive moment dawning on him while out was out on exercise in the winter of 1962.
“I remember being on lookout, looking out across this wasteland of snow coming down and thinking of the Christmas Truce in 1914.
"And I did think, 'Is this what I want to be do
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