Yolanda sprinted through the forest, the earth pounding beneath her feet. The rattling motion of the eucalyptus trees towering above her matched the green in her eyes - moving rapidly but firmly fixated on what lay in front of her. She was extremely fast, yet consistent and predictable, like the uniform spinning of a turntable. The forest was vast and carried on for as far as the eye could see in every direction. This was not the first time she had ran like this. This was an almost daily occurrence. Yolanda had been taught to prepare for anything, a soldier from the age of nine. At sixteen now, she was more than used to this - avoiding enemy bullets was but an intricate game of hide and seek. Pulling her head back for one solitary moment, Yolanda checked to see if the others were keeping pace. The youngest, Natalia, trailed the furthest behind in their pack of four. The grimace in her face suggested she was running as fast as she could, but her short, thin legs struggled to keep up. “Come on!” she yelled, both demanding and encouraging in the way she spoke. They had to get back before Andres would punish them. Base camp was in sight, and with every galloping step she took Yolanda could feel herself being closer to …show more content…
Focusing her eyes, she noticed the young, Natalia standing in awe, pointing at the photograph and the open notebook at Yolanda’s feet. “Natalia…”, she quivered, “Please don’t! Please don’t tell him!” Natalia stepped forward, snatching the notebook from her. ”You’re not supposed to have that,” murmured Natalia, her voice innocent but cold. Yolanda was stood still shaking, almost paralysed in shock. Natalia looked into her green eyes one last time as she began to turn around. “I’m sorry” she whispered, and she began to sprint towards the others. Yolanda shrieked and pulled herself up, chasing after her as quickly as she could, her weary legs trembling as she
She was confused at this change. She was dragging herself, her body felt heavy as the cold air hit her hard on her
It can’t be forgotten that she is fighting in a war still, and the horrors of war still are present. “I had learned much; I now knew how thoroughly I despised war. The great adventure and glory of it were the corrupted visions of men. I had been mislead somehow and wandered willingly into the dreams of strangers. I could have deserted.
It’s spring now and the winter was terrible let me tell you. There were 10 people dying every day from starvation or freezing to death or disease it was terrible. When we were marching there from the last battle we heard that there was going to be food there for 8 months turns out there was only food for 8 days. General Edwin and a bunch of other soldiers and commanders asked if they could leave and George had to let them go he just asked them if they would come back in the Spring ready to go. Hundreds of soldiers deserted valley Forge and went back home to their families.
As the 104th moves on from their real first test of battle, Stash is relieved he made it out of there alive. One thing for sure that this first battle taught him is always to be aware of what is around him. He told himself, just like in training, he can’t take his eye off anything from this point forward. He now knows this is real. There is no going back now.
We paused for a moment reflecting on the series of events that had just occurred. I vividly remember myself still shaking in fright. The twins tried to reassure me, “Hey Piper, it is ok, you just have to relax.” I took four deep breathes and finished our trek to
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.
The man looked onto the battlefield close and far as the dirt landed and slid off his face the sound of bombs were muffled the cries of men were sharp and penetrating he stood over the breech with such comfort while a hundred thousand fear riddled eyes stared from behind he turned his face deep wrickled and rugged filthy his eyes with dark bags underneath from nights with no sleep but the faces he saw were much different men no more than 30 with their whole lives maybe not even 10 minutes ahead of them he's seen it a hundred times before he knew these men were divided they were there together but they were going in it alone with this in mind the man stared back and spoke "At the edge of our hope... At the end of our time... WE CHOOSE TO BELIEVE
Lt. Theodore Thomas asked with alarm and curiosity all rolled into one as the truck started up again. One of the guards had taken out his pistol as they continued their journey through the countryside. In addition to Lt. Thomas, there were four guards with Frank in and the other boys in the truck. The American troops had found 10 teenage
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.
Thomas was out on the front line. I had been in this with him from the very beginning. I heard a horrific wailing noise. It was excruciating. I peered over outside to see what had happened, scared to see the truth.
I was sitting in the middle of my room in the lotus pose, having accepted my death sentence. My eyes were shut, the blinds were shut, and the electronics were shut. The doors, however, were open. They marched in as I had expected - the sound of combat boots resonated first in my ears, and then came the sound of guns being dragged around, loaded with ammunition, and only then I heard the yelling. I opened my eyes to sight long overdue - military men in dark green camo outfits, crude faces chiseled by war, the badges of two crossed swords, guns, ready to fire.
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 rattling of metal armours and cries of anger follow their steps, showing no sign of faltering. Still, they run, wishing that the soldiers would give up their chase. They were tired. Though the family didn't know if it had been a long time since they started running, it was long enough to make them lose hope, and the little girl's legs would
Towards becoming a writer -------------------------------- I promised myself that I will learn a new skill this year. I resolve to learn how to write with purpose.
(MARCUS, LIZ, and DENIS are all siblings. They 're standing in the doorway of the train exit. A Homeless Man occasionally walks up and down the aisle.)Man 's Voice (v.o.)Attention passengers. The train is waiting for another train to move. We thank you for your patience.