Storming The Beach!

If you are a homeschooler, and you live near a beach, there is only one way to help your students understand trench warfare.......

.....take them to the beach to dig trenches and fight World War III.

We took everyone out and let the young folks with strong backs dig the trenches;

Fortified the walls with boogie boards;

Trained the youngsters in how to use weapons;

And sacrificed our youth for the good of the revolution!

If you got shot, you could come back to life completely healed if your team mates could drag you back into the trenches.

Kerry very romantically tried to rescue me after I had been killed, but he was unfortunately also killed before he could drag my dead body back to safety.

Ben proved to be quite adept at violence.

I think he may have decided to become a terrorist.

After college, of course.

I took a water balloon right to the face and was unable to convince anyone that I hadn't really been hit as the evidence was still stuck to my head.

Viva la revolucion!

The carnage was terrible!

And glorious!

Next we practiced storming the beach. We came in on our boogie boards and noodles. The enemy was waiting for us.

The battle raged for hours.

It was a glorious day to die!

And I broke a nail.

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