Roy’s shirt was torn and just then, an empty tin can flew out of the air and cut him above his eye. As he lay bleeding on the ground, Roy yelled out for his mother. Elizabeth ran downstairs to get him and a man was waiting with Roy in his arms. Once they got upstairs the blood was washed away and Roy’s cut was treated and bandaged. Elizabeth’s company, Sister McCandless, looked at John with scorn and wanted to know why he allowed his brother to go downstairs and why he did not inform his mother.
Frederic, Piani, and Bonello were struggling to assist their hit comrade, Aymo. The senses this quote appealed to were visual, hearing, smell, and touch. The visual atmosphere created in this quote was one of complete panic, as they struggled through the mud and brush in attempt to save their bloodied friend. While they provided medical assistance they continued to hear gunfire in the background, and could smell death around them. The ever-present symbol of rain foreshadowed Aymo’s death.
Why are here?” Rodimus retorts grabbing Ratchet’s arm. “Do you not see what you’ve done to them?!”. Ratchet grabs Rodimus by his chin to have him look at you properly. Rodimus bright red and orange glow turned dull looking at your unconscious state. Your body was a mixture of purple and black spots with blisters and cut marks littered across your skin.
Choking back a sob, he turned and stumbled toward the door, but before he made it halfway across the room, two muscular arms wrapped him in a tight embrace. He immediately struggled against the unexpected contact, but Penhall held him firm, and eventually he gave up the fight. With a sob, he collapsed against his friend’s broad chest and allowed all his pent up pain and torment to flow through his tears. Shocked by the level of Tom’s distress, a rush of clumsy platitudes tumbled from Penhall’s lips. “It 's okay,” he murmured into Tom’s sweet-smelling hair.
When everyone in camp was crying and asking where God was as they all watched the boy struggle to cling on to life, Elie had thought to himself that God was there “hanging…from [the] gallows”, symbolizing his loss of faith in God. From then on, as Rosh Hashanah passed, Elie felt intense hatred for God as He did nothing to help the thousands of people suffering and being murdered. Elie refused to sanctify God’s name because of the immense pain He was causing, and felt angry that others in the camp continued to worship Him. Elie felt “terribly alone in a world without God, without man” and “without love or mercy”. As everyone prayed, Elie felt like “an observer [and] a stranger” because he had disconnected from God, and as he defiantly continued to eat instead of fasting for Yom Kippur, Elie “felt a great void opening” inside him as his last bit of trust in God faded.
Resonance from the guns roared as its dense smoke engulfed the blood-stained Reservation. The pungent odor from the corpses accumulated in the mass grave overwhelmed Chaska’s puny unfledged proboscis. Chaska’s mother and father were a part of that pile. His mother tried to save his father from dying, but the result was both of them getting shot and killed. Chaska was a timid and timorous eight-year-old boy with short black hair and a tanned colored body.
You jus' wait'll I get them wet clo'es off'n my girl." The men stay silent instead of intervening to help out the father. The boy then impatiently cries, "He's dyin', I tell you! He's starvin' to death, I tell you. (454)" With authority, Ma replies, “Hush(454).” Steinbeck then writes ,“She looked at Pa and Uncle John standing helplessly gazing at the sick man.” Ma at the moment is expecting the men to do something.
The syringe needle was finally pulled out, only to go into his right eye. Eventually, all the screaming made Henk’s throat feel sore and scratchy. After that, nothing could be seen other than complete darkness. He was blind. All he could do was hear and feel as Mengele took compared his body measurements to his brother’s.
Still shaking in my shoes and my mind racing a mile a minute, I turned around and looked in all directions to see if anyone else was hearing or seeing what I was. No one else was here, but me. Who would believe me? How could I explain? Then suddenly, he spoke again.
The diction Owens uses furthers the mechanical drudge the army is put through in the start of the poem. Comparisons such as “Bent double like old beggars…” and “ … coughing like old hags…” show the dread and drear of the soldiers marching off to battle, making the reader feel as if they are accompanying the front lines on this march. After the gassed man dies, the author uses powerful words and similes to paint a more believable picture for the reader. Phrases like “smothering dreams” and “ writhing eyes” display the true horrors of war and seeing a fellow soldier die. Similes like “ Bitter as the cud” and “ Obscene as cancer” show how haunting a real experience of death can be,one of the many sacrifices of fighting in a war.
I 'm gonna kill him! ‘Aint he gonna face me" yelled Curley as he stormed into the woodlands where Lennie lay on the ground, angering the forest floor. The breeze grew stronger as if annoyed by the intrusion of the men. The men exchanged quick wary glances, but none of them moved. Their digging slowed as Curley appeared out from behind the trees.