My final and third reason is the bad weather and poor living conditions. There was always cold weather and never a bright sunshine, you never had good clothes to keep you warm for the weather many people didn 't even have shoes.They said some people when they walked around in the snow, barefoot their feet cracked and there were bloody footprints everywhere. They didn 't have the best quartering either all they had was a simple, tiny, log cabin with no air conditioner or ventilation. It was always smoky like in them and probably as cold as it was outside. My final thoughts on staying or leaving are simple, I 'm leaving, no matter what were down in numbers, people are getting sick and dying, the food is running out and I 'm starving.
The Next reason why I would leave Valley Forge is the cooking they have. The reason that I would leave because of the cooking is because the pots weren’t clean and the food was probably just gross because nothing would have got clean and there was not enough to go around to everybody and that 's why everybody was starving and that was one of the reasons most of the deaths were caused by and also the one that I will be talking about after this one right here. The final reason that I would leave Valley Forge is because of how cold it was I would not have been able to live in the conditions of it being so cold and not have anything to eat and not have any clothes on or maybe just a shirt I could not deal with the hypothermia or the frostbite on my toes cause didn 't have any shoes to keep my feet warm this is what would push me all the way over the point by itself not just because it would be cold just the fact of knowing I couldn’t do anything about it, that is why I couldn’t stand this problem. These were my top three reasons to why I wouldn’t stay in Valley Forge. The cooking the clothes and also the freezing my butt off during all of that happening I don’t understand how these people made it through the times that I couldn’t even make it through a day out at Valley Forge.
I’d heard it said that a Scottish April is a fearsome thing to behold, but I never truly believed it until the night I lay dying on Culloden Moor. The chill of the wind cut through my sodden plaid, and the soggy squashing sound of English footprints as they walked echoed in my ears. I knew that I would die, but I wasn’t yet sure if I’d prefer to die at the end of a British sword, or by my own hands, by my dirk. - We had gone without sufficient rations for weeks before we reached Culloden, and we were all starving. As the hunger began to overcome us, and the Scottish wind blew colder than ever, we began to lose faith in Charles Stuart.
They didn’t give them any food when they were on a monthlong journey and many ended up starving. The Khmer Rouge forced them out of their homes and changed their conditions, which ended in many deaths, they intended to destroy members of the
Often we can track a soldier 's path by their bloody footprints they leave from walking barefoot in the snow. Food is scarce, also. In fact, our food rations have run out completely last night! I am afraid we will all starve and freeze to death. I wish I had savored the food we were given before.
Her mother died that day, giving birth to Billie’s brother. And unfortunately he died to. They all blamed it on Billie, not her father who left the kerosene pail there in the first place, who left billie and her ma to fend for themselve. The dust was getting worse and worse, Everything was all dried up, crops were growing bad, piles and piles of dust filled up like snow, people were trapped and stuck in there homes or outside that is, animals were dying off. It was just a rough and bad time.
Line 40 “last winter my wife laid dying, starved in a filthy den; I have never been to a parish i came to a parish them. This statement shows that paupers lived in an unclean place with no food provided. Where is my wife you traitor the poor old wife you slew? Yes by God above me my nance was killed by you!” this statement demonstrates that the masters and the guardians would treat them horribly which caused many people in the workhouse to die. I came to the parish craving for bread, for a starving wife, bread for a woman who loved me through fifty years of life and what do you think they told me mocking me awful grief.