How does this affect me and others? (Pacing) Manipulation is never easy on any side of the story. I know that to break the chains that hold me it will break the man that I am. I can’t be expected to tell these men to die. For what?! A god that sits idle whilst they are dying?! Why? Why do we throw ourselves at the enemy’s fire unknowing of our fates or if our saviour even accepts the sins we have done. I’m a coward! Telling these men that what they’re doing is justified and worthwhile and encouraging them to die for their countries is as bad at shooting them myself. I look through the narrow damp trenches at faces. Scared faces showing the children that many still are! And I have to tell them that to fight is glorious and that god is waiting
Kristina and Trey gathered all of their little belongings mostly caring about the lockbox containing about $3,600 of the finest mexican glass a.k.a meth. Rushing out of their little apartment as soon as possible after seeing a wanted picture in the newspaper of kristina stealing money illegally with a fake id. She thought it was odd that she had very very little remorse about getting up and leaving without saying goodbye to her baby that wouldn't even recognize her, her mom which she stole her identity and money from. It didn't phase her and she kept loading what little belongings she had into Trey's mustang. They rushed onto the snowy freeway still tweaked as usual, but exhausted from no sleep like usual and running from the police and the mexican drug lord that they owe and weren't planning on paying back.
When everyone thinks about war they cannot picture in their mind what it would be like out on a battlefield with a bunch of good friends, fighting side by side. They cannot picture the horrible and nasty sights you will see on a battlefield of men dying, their bodies being shot everywhere or being blown to pieces. Maybe from a movie they might have seen a battle or war, but it’s not even close to the same. They are people that you care for and love that have just been killed, live and in front of your face. You cannot do anything but watch them suffer and try to keep fighting.
For the common soldier, at least, war has the feel- the spiritual texture- of a great ghostly fog, thick and permanent. There is no clarity. Everything swirls.” (79). This quote explains that everything a soldier does has no recognition and that the things they do are out of spite and plain gut
They see the Ground stained with blood and the carcasses left behind, Some are even burnt that nothing is left but their skeleton and some cloth that is stained on their rib cage and their cranium. Nothing left as the soldiers look onto no man's land but the horrific sight of what battle their was there and what battle their will be for their
Dear Mother, It’s has been indisputable here in the trenches, I’m in dire need of new socks. The doctors say they might have to amputate my foot if my trench foot gets any worse. Also if you could provide me with some next time you send me a package I would be beholden to you. In addition to the already gruesome situation, the rats have begun to eat the dead in no man’s land, and steal my bread when I’m not looking.
Due to the many of things that they have heard and seen soldiers return home not only different physically but mentally as well. In the poem Break of Day in the Trenches is highlights the environment the men were in. The poet describes it as, “less chanced you for life, bonds to the whims of murder,sprawled in the bowels of the earth, the torn field of France”(Rosenberg, I., & Parsons, I. M.,1979). This poem is the perfect example in giving an image the men endured and witness everyday while fighting. These men witnessed this for not week but months while fighting.
While history is full of examples depicting war and suffering; none match that of this current conflict. Endless streams of men have been sent to their death on the front. Not only that, but civilians have taken the brunt of the burden. Men, women, and children have been driven out of their homes
Through thundering guns and cannon fire; you can hear the helpless cries of the abandoned, wounded soldiers or bold attackers, storming and laughing in the face of death. Some men prayed, while others pleaded. Some men held pictures or mementos; of longed sweethearts and family before carefully tucking them away inside of their jackets, for some of their loved ones, will never be seen again
“So, what was life like before you met me?” Theodore asked Frank. Frank as very careful to only tell him about the last year or so of his life but didn’t mention anything about his old life. Frank stuttered “I-I was alone. Le-ft to die.
Another day was so much like the one before, and the many before that. He walked the house and grounds, slowly, letting time pass as it must. Alone, present but not present, for can one truly be there if no one knows of it? Like the saying he’d heard more than once over the unmeasured time of his existence: If a tree falls in the forest but no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? He ambled through the back yard, pausing under the tree from which he’d been hanged, cursing his tormentors, vowing to haunt them for all time.
THE GREAT ELEMEANT WAR!!! So you might sAY what is the great "element war" for you i gusee i have to explain it. So in this universe that im in most people have elemental powers.
They trudged through the vast land, hopeful of assistance nearby. The sun harshly beat down on the troop without any second thoughts of sympathy. “Keep going! We’re almost there.” exclaimed Ernest Warner reassuringly, the leader of the troop.
Q: What makes you think you are a good military leader? What are your greatest achievements in battle? Conrad: Just after Guy’s failure at Hattin, I protected the city of Tyre from the forces of Saladin(Brittanica). Guy:
He looks at me solemnly "Any girl of your age would have been broken by now. And not just on the inside." "Any boy your age would've been hiding under a bed by now. " I retort with a sickly grin. "I highly doubt that, but perhaps some are already in hiding."
The War’s The World, The World’s The War When a fire burns that you cannot ignore, you often think to yourself; what can I do to extinguish this threat? During World War One an entire generation felt lost, young men returned home shell shocked. Friends of many were buried in the very trenches they fought in. These men were the reason we have what we so take for granted, Freedom. Just as the British soldiers shout, “Fight for King and Country!”, Americans think something entirely different.