Having the option to write my own script for my Drama GCSE seemed to me to be a good thing. I did and still do believe that the first world war is a fascinating topic and then ideas started coming as to a play.

H - Harry
D - Daniel Jenkins.
A - Arthur Jenkins
X - Extra, or voice over.

The play is based around a pair of brothers and a close friend. A trio of companions that join up together, but are gradually separated and left very much alone. The timing of the play deals with the period going to the front with each scene moving one trench progressively closer to no mans land. Out of the three friends, only one goes over the top to his death.  It is very much a sad play about friendship and loneliness.  I used letters and readings to explain feelings and unspoken love, something I found was effective and very emotive. I produced it the best I could, acting along side two friends. I found that it was a piece liked by the audience, and I think this was the first time an audience had actually engaged with something I had written. I was immensely proud of it, and feel it is one of the best things I have ever written. I have tried to rewrite it and improve it, but unfortunately it was the best that I could do at the time and changing it seems to spoil it. This was the play that changed my style and made me realise the power that can be created by theatre. I want to put the whole thing up on the site, but I have not the room. Sorry.

Scene 6: Trench 2

(Arthur enters.)

D - What's up?
A - I've just been speaking with the lads.
D - And?
A - Harry never turned up at the next battlefield. His body was found hanging in a tree by a French
       farmer.
D - So.
A -For heavens sake Dan, you just don't understand.
D - Yes I do. In war people die, it's a fact. Some die more horribly than others, some quick some
       slow, the point is, they die, sooner or later. Harry was scared when he left, because he knew he
      would probably die. When here with us he felt safe and neither of you seemed to realise what lies
       ahead, death.
A - Not necessarily.
D - True, but the chances are high.
A - At least us two are together. Brothers.
D - Not very likely.
A - What do you mean?
D - You've noticed I'm ill.
A - I did notice yes. It looks pretty bad.
D - They don't want a sick man in with the troops.
A - You mean they want to quarantine you.
D - I don't know?
A - Then you must have something bad, it's probably influenza, you've got one of the few last cases,     
       it's meant to be dying out.
D - If you say so, still I'll be all right. They do have a hospital here.
A - They can't cure you. They haven't even found a cure in the big hospitals, let alone military   
       hospitals. Dan, you'll probably die.

(Silence.)

D - Just proves my point.
X - Dan, the Doctor wants to see you.
D - I'll be fine.

(He leaves. Lights dim)