Examine the picture below and post a specific and compelling story describing it.
Check out this webpage to get a brief idea of what war and battle was like (15 min of exploring)
http://www.veterans.gc.ca/eng/remembrance/history/second-world-war
Your Text can be from a 1st or 3rd person perspective
It should be rich in details that include visuals but also descriptions of sounds, smells, and other senses
I walked out, on to the battle field. Do I feel scared? More like frighten. Everyone looked the same. The typical khaki get up. It was hard to recognize who was who. Unless you've known them for a while. There was one back I remember, a slightly smaller one, seems like he would be in elementary school. I had a very limited conversations with him, his name was Jai? No no, Justin? Oh yea Jonah. We had that "hey hows it going" talk. Nothing interesting. *BOOM* Yup, a smoke grenade EXPLODED! Not much of a pleasant sound, each time, it felt like I have gone deaf. When I really didn't, it was the element of surprised. I didn't see Jonah, I must not lie, it worried me. He just seemed so..so.. helpless. He couldn't have been to much then me, I'm 23. I know I look so much younger *smirks* . *KA-BOOM* Another grenade. Instead of having another freak moment, the song Grenade by Bruno Mars just kept replaying my in head. I tried getting it out and deicide to change my position, I need to stay focus. I take 5 steps to the right and a lot more to the back. Now I regret this move, One of OUR fellow solider pasted. I knew it was ours since he' had been wearing our emblem. Oh, I recognized him. Derek, Derek Reese, He had been those really calm but perky guys. Now that I think about it, I have always liked him. Focus, I said to my self. I was literally going through life and death. I noticed pictures are being taken. It was useless. All the pictures come out in black and white, the people will never know how much blood there really is. It was very rare to find a little area that DOESN'T have blood covering it. Honestly I am surprised I have made it this far. Jonah - JONAH! He is being attacked! I have to save him! He has so much to live for! I ran as fast I can! I fall back, my shoulder is oozing with blood. Jonah had a terrified look in his face, he stared. I yelled with what I had left to "RUN" Life was ending, but I will always save the fact that I have saved his life, it will be cherished.
ReplyDeletegood passion and detail but where is the picture in this story?
DeleteThe Great War it decimated houses buildings and family's the story of these two boys is a magnificent one to say the least its all started in old Louisiana the two boys were playing in the local park near there house there were always happy and a smile on there face the two boys were also brothers one was 10 and the other was 9 as they were playing on their most Favorited swing they felt a tremble they thought it was a tiny earthquake so they continued on until the most unexpected thing happened a bomb dropped it was all dark for a couple second and all that they saw was dust,rubble and the scream of of this little brother he ran fast to the aid of his brother and was glad to see him alive but as he looked down YOU YOUR LEG HE SCREMED!!! it was a horible sight his right led was under tons of rubble the first thing that came to mind for the boy was will he ever use that leg again aside from that the older john helped his little brother tobby out from the tons a rubble john asked does it hurt tobby replied yes but i dont fell it as much as tobby finished that sentence john was in tears knowing that tobby will never use that led again but was grateful he was alive so john pick tobby up and on his back they slowly walked over to there house gunshots were heard in the distance but the boys wernt scared they kepped on walking till the stoped dead in their tracked there house was gone all that was lest are the rubble and they know that no one will be saying welcome home as they were walking along in tears they see a truck approach it was the u.s army the boys yelled and screamed till they got their attention you boys need help the soilder asked yes please the boys responded and so they got on and drove to a selter and what do you know it was their family they manage to get out alive but barly and so they live the rest of their lives knowing how lucky they are to be here now.
ReplyDeleteThe story and the picture are well connected
Deletebut your history may be a bit off as bombs weren't dropped in Louisiana
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ReplyDeleteits a solid start but needs some vivid detail to feel the pain of war
DeleteDieppe and Hong Kong were two separate fighting grounds
where does the picture come into this story?
It was a cold and dry morning colder than usual I felt a kind of darkness in the air. it was kind of smoky and all smog kind of like dust and ash. I got up to only see the beginning of my nightmare! the whole other half of the house was GONE! no trace of my brother nor mother. I felt alone the only thing i heard was shouts of men and women crying for help. i soon realized the war had come to us.
ReplyDeleteMy father was one of the men fighting he left weeks ago to me he was the strongest and most caring of them all. i looked up to him I wanted to become like him and i became aware that he probably wasn't coming back.
i ran out my house to only to have my heart drop many men and women dead all my friends gone. So this was the price at war at a young age i witnessed first hand what war really is. i just kept running and running away from the screams and gun fire hoping i can run my way back to the way things were before.
I kept running for 30 minutes straight faster and longer than ever before till a heard a voice calling my name "Johnny,Johnny". over and over again i turn only to see my kid brother on the floor. tears rolled down m eyes as i quickly asked him "David are you okay". he replied "yes but my legs are broken". "ill carry you on my back i answered come on lets go" i said. He explained to me that there is a shelter up north were we can hide.
I kept asking him questions about mom and what happened he said that he doesn't know the last he saw of her was right before the war started him and her were washing the clothes then he lost sight of her. We walked for hours my mussels started to hurt but i couldn't stop. finally we reached the shelter only to see tens of people there then my heart came back up again when i saw my mother calling our names "Johnny David" she said we quickly came together and i put David down to rest he's been through a lot more than me.
My Mom continued to tell me about what happen and continued to ask me questions we were a family again.
Later on David's legs healed but he still was forever broken mentally. The family relocated and began a new life but soon after they got a letter stating that there father had survived but still has to continue in the war. Johnny became what he wanted most caring and tough as nails he was a great boy and soon to be a greater man.
Awesome, a real feel of war in this entry. Well done . perhaps a bit more detail of the picking up and running
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ReplyDelete` `Hey john, how are you`` Yelled the shop owner of a popular restraraunt, from across the street,
ReplyDelete``good I yelled back.``
I ran over to his shop, it was busy, not a lot people come out since the war started, I looked around for some soldiers, and there wasn’t one in sight. ``you want a bagel ``he offered. ``nah I am good, haven’t seen any German soldiers today.``
``Yeah you have realised that too. ``
``It feels different doesn’t it?``
``Yeah I bit more freedom.``
``Yeah I will back for lunch, got some erends to do.``
``Ok bye then.``
Iran over to the post office, I had to send a letter to family, every week to tell them how I was doing.
I look out to the street, still no soldiers, something was fishy. There were always military trucks outside the post office to make sure nothing illegal was going out.
It was Sunday I headed to church, the choir was about to start. I sat down, and listened. Over the beautiful voices of the choir I heard an awfully loud irritating noise, peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaw.
I ran one of the windows I look to the city side, nothing, looked to beach and saw small birds, but when they got closer I realised they were America fighter planes.
The Americans are attacking, yelled women in the choir.
The priest exclaimed everyone hold you ground.
Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I could see the reflection of fire in the window as I was pushed away by the stampede. I stayed in until most the people were out.
I waited I saw the priest still in here. Then a huge vibration from in front of the church I ran to the doors and opened them.
And I saw people who had ran out from the church down, and most of them without limbs, at the end of the street. The pilots must see them as a big crowd, and destroyed them. I grabbed a bike left by the church and cycled down the street.
It was such a big downhill I lost control a fell. I was finding, but I kept going, finally when got to them I helped them up, one of the old men was down with broken leg. I carried him on my back, all the way up to church. The moment we got there the priest was waiting in side, the moment I made I contact, boom another bomb, this time on the church, the explosion threw me back 15 feet.
Got up slowly I had broken my wrist, I heard gun shots at the end of the street, the people still on the ground were shot by American soldiers.
There headed up here. I slowly walked up the street into one of the small houses. I had laid there for a few days until the German soldiers found me. I was bedded for a month and returned back home to my family.
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DeleteIt makes great efforts to tap into the readers senses but perhaps more vivid detail of the actual picture.
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ReplyDelete` `Hey john, how are you`` Yelled the shop owner of a popular restraraunt, from across the street,
ReplyDelete``good I yelled back.``
I ran over to his shop, it was busy, not a lot people come out since the war started, I looked around for some soldiers, and there wasn’t one in sight. ``you want a bagel ``he offered. ``nah I am good, haven’t seen any German soldiers today.``
``Yeah you have realised that too. ``
``It feels different doesn’t it?``
``Yeah I bit more freedom.``
``Yeah I will back for lunch, got some erends to do.``
``Ok bye then.``
Iran over to the post office, I had to send a letter to family, every week to tell them how I was doing.
I look out to the street, still no soldiers, something was fishy. There were always military trucks outside the post office to make sure nothing illegal was going out.
It was Sunday I headed to church, the choir was about to start. I sat down, and listened. Over the beautiful voices of the choir I heard an awfully loud irritating noise, peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaw.
I ran one of the windows I look to the city side, nothing, looked to beach and saw small birds, but when they got closer I realised they were America fighter planes.
The Americans are attacking, yelled women in the choir.
The priest exclaimed everyone hold you ground.
Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I could see the reflection of fire in the window as I was pushed away by the stampede. I stayed in until most the people were out.
I waited I saw the priest still in here. Then a huge vibration from in front of the church I ran to the doors and opened them.
And I saw people who had ran out from the church down, and most of them without limbs, at the end of the street. The pilots must see them as a big crowd, and destroyed them. I grabbed a bike left by the church and cycled down the street.
It was such a big downhill I lost control a fell. I was finding, but I kept going, finally when got to them I helped them up, one of the old men was down with broken leg. I carried him on my back, all the way up to church. The moment we got there the priest was waiting in side, the moment I made I contact, boom another bomb, this time on the church, the explosion threw me back 15 feet.
Got up slowly I had broken my wrist, I heard gun shots at the end of the street, the people still on the ground were shot by American soldiers.
There headed up here. I slowly walked up the street into one of the small houses. I had laid there for a few days until the German soldiers found me. I was bedded for a month and returned back home to my family.
It was a long night, all I heard were guns firing, people screaming, death roaring. I knew we weren’t going to win, or come close to stopping there attack, we were in a bunker for the past 2 nights. The guys said we were the smart ones, I thought we were cowards. It was getting quiet, a little too quiet. One of the guys peaked there head out to see what was happening. He said it was clear, he said there was no one. He was wrong. He said let's see if we can find any survivors on the way out and leave without getting noticed. We said okay. We were a group of 4 men, Me, Rick, Trevor and John. We came from America to Invade Britain but they were ready. The general said they won't be ready for us, He said they wouldn’t know what hit them. Oh they knew, they were ready. The worst part of all this was, my son about 12 was fighting here today, the general said let him have a taste of victory and me being dumb I said yes. Rick took lead walking through the streets of our past soldiers on the ground. We were near the end of the road when a bullet landed right in front of my foot. Next I see Rick on the ground, then John. Time froze for me, I stood there thinking back before War, when everything was peaceful, when us 4 were the best of friends. Back in Elementary grade 2 when we all met. Now I see 2 of my closest friends die in front of me! No, this isn’t right, I tried to calm myself down, but I was angry. I took out my pistol and ran for the building the shot came from and as I was about to enter, Trevor stopped me. “What are you doing!?” Trevor asked with a worried look on his face, I said I was taking revenge, for OUR friends. Trevor said taking a knife out of his pocket “If we do this we do it fast and we leave, Understood?” I looked at him with a Menacing stare, Fine but this is for our friends, our people, Our Country. We marched up the stairs fast with anger when Trevor looked out the broken window and stopped me, my son was being carried through the streets by what looked to be a nurse, a very young nurse. Then I immediately ran back down I screamed to Trevor to take care of the men on the roof. I was at the beginning of the building running as fast as I can to them. I stopped them I hugged my son, Gareth. It has been years. It was so happy, so peaceful, so loving. Then a quick pain ate at my back. I was shot. I felt another one come in even harder, with my last breathes I told Gareth to Run, To remember today, to cherish it. The end
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ReplyDeleteGun fire heavily rained down in the town of Dieppe. I didn't need to see it. I could hear it just fine. Agonizing grunts and groans of pain were heard all around me, but they never stayed long. New ones would replace it afterwards, any ways. My mother and I never moved, never uttered a word. Aircrafts buzzed over our shabby stone house, and I regretted ever moving near the beach. The Canadians attacked. Explosions coloured the sky a bloody red, even though it wasn't dark out. Well, by that I mean the sun hadn't set yet.Gunpowder was more than visible here, and the mere smell of it made me sick to my stomach. I pulled my blanket up to my nose, trying to block out the smell, as I watched a tank roll by, straight into the inferno dyed the horrid colour of red, in an attempt to rescue their fellow soldiers. Closing my eyes, I tried not to think about the seemingly eternal war. It didn't last for long, as my mother started to scream abruptly. In the midst of the confusion, I couldn't get a word out, as she hurled me into the streets.
ReplyDelete"M-Mom?!" I shouted. She didn't hear me. I couldn't even hear myself. All I could hear was the shrilly sound of a damaged engine, as an aircraft crashed onto my (what used to be) house.
"She didn't have time to make it out..." I realized, whispering as I watched my house crumble. Unable to move, Unable to think, I sat there, alone on the streets.
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Running as fast as I can. I run to the beach. I know whose house that helicopter smashed. Ignoring my mother's shrieks and demands along the lines of "Get back here, young lady!", I keep my eyes forward, not wavering. As I finally made it, I was relieved to see him okay. That new kid in my school. "Hey! You! Are you all right?!?" I waved, He didn't answer. Instead, he stared blankly ahead at his house. What's left of it any ways. I hesitantly nudged him. "H-Hello?" Seeing him unresponsive, I pulled him onto my back, getting up. Looking closer to what he was staring at before I left, I gasped, and looked away, running as far away as I could with his limp body on my back. A middle aged woman, brown hair like his own, with half of the body buried under the rubble and debris... And a long, red, jagged piece of glass protruding from the back of her neck.
It was a normal day.Like every single day. Eat, sleep, work and providing for my wonderful family in whom i love very much. I've been called by the general to come to the base.As soon as i arrived i had thoughts to my self. I knew everybody like a brother. Knew my place around in and out like nobody else. And most important factor of all. I had the fighting spirit that has still kept me of where i am today. Honest,Brave,Dignity and most important of all.A heart of stone. I was ready for what ever the general had breaking news to tell us." May i have your attention people, i Have shattering news to tell you, Germany has invaded Poland." Everyone gasped and turned silenced. SO WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR PEOPLE LETS GEAR UP AND GT READY. Everyone ran to get geared up and ready to defend our one and only country. When we arrived to the battle field.Our general give us orders like never before. Sweat pouring down my face, shivering. This is the first thing i never felt before. FEAR, I whispered to my self. Its going to be all right my friend josha whispered to me. Lets both do this together. And at that moment I did t need to fear anything anymore. I had someone on my side. And we both smiled and went to do our mission. We headed out the battle field and we heard many many gun shots. we ducked and started shooting back. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. Something so painful i never ever felt in my life. YOUVE BE SHOT MOVE MOVE MOVE. As i heard josha yell. Everything suddenly blacked out. Gameover i said to my self. After i fell unconscious i heard a voice. WAKE UP SOLIDER WAKE UP. After a few mins I did eventually wake up. The general said to me."You took quite a blow there mate" I replied yea i know. Months have passed and my wound has been recovered . Its time to go to the field again. My friend joshua was with me the whole time. And he told me. Lets go to field mate. i agreed. 6 years later and one day. Finally afterbsuch a long time its over. Finally. My kids and wife are so gald. im back.
ReplyDeleteIt was December 7th, 1941 and it was a beautiful day. It almost seemed like there wasn’t any war going on in the world.
ReplyDelete``Hey Cain, wait up dude`` called Andrew.
``Hey dude, what up`` I called back.
`` Oh nothing much, expect it`s Sunday and we have to spend because tomorrow is school``
I thought about where we can go and it hit me like a rock.
`` let`s go to the U.S naval for a tour``. It came out before I realized what I said. Andrew`s dad was in the army and went to war and is not coming home. Also Andrew`s dad worked at the very base so if he went there it would remind him of his dad.
So I quickly added ``never mind that lets go take a walk by the beach``. After we went to the beach Andrew started a conversation.
``this war sucks, it`s killing millions and Hitler doesn`t know what he`s doing. He`s killing millions and doesn`t even care, he took my dad from me and many other people from other families and doesn`t let them move on because them going away had no effect on this war.`` then he stopped talking. I couldn`t move. My legs felt like jelly, my hand were numb and the sound was deafening. What we were looking at was even worse, we saw Japanese bombers. It was huge. It flew right over and started dropping bombs everywhere and it attaked the naval base. We stood there and watched in horror. Then finally had enough courage to move and grabbed Andrew and ran as my legs could take me. I ran away from the planes. Trying to get to my house and see if my little sister and my mom were alright. When I got there, there was no sign that a house was there, it was obliterated. I was trying to keep the tears back, but I had o let them out, My whole family was taken from me and I felt that it was all Hitler’s fault.
Then Andrew came up from behind and said ``let`s get moving``
Then we started to run, then we heard screaming from people
``A rescue center was step up and anyone out there should come in`` she said on a micro phone. Me and Andrew ran into the rescue center. Their I look for my mom and sister but couldn`t find them. Then I heard cheering reinforcements have arrived and the bombers were force to retreat. I ran back to my house the firefighters put the fire out. Ran into the remains of my house there I see my sister and mom laying dead together holding hands, but you can`t even recognize them there faces are so burnt it ruined their faces and I sat their crying until my father came home from work and told them to cover them up.
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the johnsons had an amazing life, they all lived together
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noah the 12 year old boy
agatha the mom
burtrum the dad
they lived on 24 westcoast drive. one nice and plesent day noah and dustin were playing a board game surprisingly, so their mother told them to go outside and grab some icecream from the local near market. once their mother had given them the money both brother ran! but once they got their they were suprised there was a HUGE line up for icecream! they waited an waited for 7 minutes but i was worth the time. noah ordered vanilaa while dustin ordered choclate. noah was super hungry so he paid the casheir quickly and graded his icecream. but then there was a sound the earth trembiled many of the costumers thoght i was an earthquake but it was way worse. it was a bomb. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM every where bomb and explisions were seen. hundreds of lives were killed but noah and dustin were lucky.the bomber had attacked the shop we both had enough time to get futher away but both of them were pushed but the force. noah landed on the dry dirt that was made by the bombs. he was bleeding from knees and elbows. dustin was hurt even worse his nose, elbows, legs, arms and even the face was bleeding. both of them had the same idea to run back home, but thats not what the world wanted. noah heard a gunshot he became fritghten. he covered his eyes with his arms and looked down on the floor when he saw ...... blood. but for some reson he was feeling fine until he looked up. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO he yelled dustin had given his life for noah, dustin said only one word "run" as his eyes closed and he was gone. noah ran home but there was no home left any more.
I was walking with my parents and my twin brother to the park. "It wasn't safe" they've been saying all over the news, their was a war coming and I knew it. Recently they've been bombings everywhere even in the most unexpected places, my parents knew but they just didn't want to live in fear anymore so they planned a picnic for us at the park.
ReplyDeleteAs we were eating at the park the picnic basket started to shake. There was an explosion from a distance, gunshots, more explosions, more gunshots. I knew the sound. I’d heard it before. Living in Africa you get used to these things. But never this loud, this close, and this long. "We should be heading back now its getting dangerous again", my mom said. "You gone ahead me and Gary will stay behind and clean up" I said, "Oh alright but hurry up it's dangerous outside" Mom said as her and Dad walked back in the direction of our house. BOOM, I heard the sound again but this time from a much closer distance. I turned around only to see.... my Mom and Dad lying there dead!
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DeleteGary ran towards my parents without a second thought but I couldn't move, the shock had me frozen. I knew my eyes had seen my Mom and Dad laying there dead in front of me nevertheless my heart and mind just couldn't swallow the trauma of what just happened, it was too much take in. As I felt the first tear of many to come roll down my cheek, I started to wonder how my brother was handling this, he was always the braver of the two of us. I looked towards Gary and I saw a gun in his hand. Before I could ask him where he got it from he pointed it at his temple. ``GARY PLEASE DON`T DO IT`` I cried out. He was too nervous to speak out loud but I could read his lips from a mile away.....``I`m sorry Lisa``. BANG.
DeleteThere I was, standing over the dead body's of my entire family. I tried to stay strong but it was of no avail. Tears, tears and more tears rolled down my cheeks. But I knew what I had to do, bury my own family. One after the other I carried the now decaying body`s of my family to the other side of the park. It was always had a better appearance to it. First I buried Mother beside the flowers that she loved to look at then I buried Dad beside her. After that I single handedly carried my died twin brother to the other side of the park. Even though he was the lightest out of the three somehow he felt heavier. Maybe it was the fact that Gary was my twin, or maybe, just maybe it was because I felt responsible for his death.
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ReplyDeleteIt was very dark. My eyes were burning and could’ve hardly stayed open. I dragged myself on the golden sand, looking for a place to be at peace. As I lay there, starring at the sky, I saw only darkness, black clouds covering the sun’s mighty glory.
I can only keep remembering their screams and grasping for their lifes. As I saw how they were slaughtered one by one by bombs exploding everywhere and I couldn’t do anything. And i remembered I saw a very bright light, it hurted me. And everything was numb and silent. As I opened my eyes ,the pain in my heart came and showed itself right in front of me as I woke and saw from a distance the clouds, as I thought the world was about to come to an end. I couldn’t feel my legs.
And now i’m lying on the ground in complete mistery. “Am I going to die here”, were my only thoughts. All I could’ve done was to close my eyes. I was listening to bullets and explosions that scatters the land.
I heard a voice, it was a woman, she came to me and her palms were against my face as I open my eyes and saw my reflection in hers. “are you okay?”, she asked but I couldn’t bring myself to answer, I couldn’t move a muscle. I was weak. “Please, save me”, were my only thoughts as she picked me up and rested me on her back and started to walk. I was relieved because then, I knew I was going to be okay.
Ash, dust and smoke in the air that looked like shar coal which created a dark atmosphere with buildings that was gone. Building that was lying on the ground made me realized that there is nothing sweet and fitting about war, it only brings fear and mistery and a painful history.
Mom, Dad, my brother, and I were all at the table eating supper. We were doing the usual. Eating slowly and listening to Dad lecture about his childhood, sharing adventurous and amusing stories. Laughter prevailed around the table, we were all so blissful and happy. "Lesson of today's story, my little one" said my Dad as he slightly brushed his finger down the tip of my nose. "is that you can be" - BOOOOOOM!!!! The table started trembling, plates and forks were clattering against each other, i couldn't hear it, but I could most definitely feel it. My mother was frozen, I could see the fear in her eyes. I could see my mothers lips moving, she was saying something but I couldn't tell. She got up from her seat howling at me and moving her arms in several directions. She was directing me to someplace. I was confused, I couldn't hear anything. That's probably because the white sound of the explosion was still ringing in my ears made it impossible for me to hear. The sound finally escaped my ears and everything was very distinct to me now. Mother didn't have to say no more, I could see it all, most importantly hear it all. My Father knew it was coming. My brother didn't know what to do, he ran and curled behind my Mother's leg. "Fire!" I yelled. I saw my Mom rush to the door grabbing my brothers arm leading him out of the house, my Father followed them turning behind to take one last look. "What are you doing?!" he roared as he sprinted towards me. I stood still, my back towards my father, staring at the flames that just grew stronger by the minute. It was incredible, i thought. My eyes were lost in the fire that sparkled so bright, and almost blinded me. It was so evil and angry. I coughed and I was back to reality again. I felt my arm being pulled viciously and i was dragged outside still coughing by my father.
ReplyDeleteI opened my eyes. It was worse outside than inside. The smell sickened me and I felt feint. I pulled the collar of my shirt up to my nose, using my fingers to hold my shirt in place helping me block the nasty air from entering into my nose. The sky that was once blue was filled with smog and smoke. The grass that was once green and the floor that was clear cement was now red. Blood, had taken over the streets. Dead bodies were stacked and spread apart like puzzle pieces. Many bodies on the floor were dead. Some people on the floor were still alive but not for long, trembling and shrieking as blood was dripping down their bodies. It was a shocking and horrifying appearance. I only had a few seconds to look; only a glimpse. But its awful to see so many things in just a few seconds. I ran along with my Dad still tightly grasping my hand. I could see Mom ahead, "Just a little more" I whispered to myself, still unsure if I said it in my head or whispered it because of all the shooting, screaming, and crying going on. BOOM!!! There it was again... Another house had been bombed. It was so crowded, I couldn't see Dad anymore, but I still felt his hand. "OH NO, Dad!" I shouted.
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I lost him. I couldn't feel his hand any longer. I was alone. Every second, I see a body shot and collapse in front of me. My heart is racing, "What do I do..?" The loud sounds of the fans and bullets of the aircraft buzz around the street. It can be heard everywhere. I run for several minutes, still unsure of where I am. A little boy runs straight across in front of me, I suddenly stop to prevent knocking him over. *PPEEEEEWWWW* He was shot right on his leg. I look closer. "JACK?! Is that you?!" It's my little brother! I run to him. Faster than I have ever ran before. I could feel my eyes burning and tears rolled down my cheeks. "Jack! Jack! Open your eyes, open them now!" I said as I rushed and kneeled down to him. "H-H-help" he said with all of his breath. "We'll go through this together, o-o-okay Jack?" I said as my voice cracked and felt arid."Keep up with me here. And whatever you do, keep your eyes open." Jack could walk no longer. I picked him up and rolled him on my back. Holding him, I ran as fast as my legs could take us both. "Jack?!" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around. "MOM?!" I yelled with joy, knowing it will be the last piece of happiness i'll get in a long time. "Mom!" cried Jack as he went into Mom's arms. I froze. I felt a sudden death pain hit my stomach. Before anything, I raise my hands slowly up my body. "it's wet." I look at my hands, blood. My hands start shaking, I fall to the floor. It's getting louder now, more people are rushing and coming. My mother sat beside me with Jack in her arms crying. "Go Mom. I'm gone anyways. Keep yourselves alive." BOOOM!! Bombs were being landed again. My Mom stood up, Jack was crying on moms shoulder and was facing towards me when Mom turned back. My eyes were closing, I know I've done my part. I saved my brother. Hopefully he will live a life longer than mine, happier than mine. I saw Jack whimpering, both of his arms were pointing at me. He was opening and closing his fists, trying to grab and take hold of me as Mom was running the opposite direction. "Take care" I said faintly as those were my last words.
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I didn't expect it to happen. Every time my dad promised me he would be back he always was. I stared down at the pile of letters we wrote each other. And i opened them up slowly . Dear amy. How are you doing ? I would like to tell you I miss you very much ,and i will be back soon. Every time i read his letters i always felt as if he was right next to me .i continued to readI "miss you all so much ! how are you your brother and your mother ? I love you all so much .I hope you all are doing fine - love dad
ReplyDeleteMy finges fiddled around the letters . I had just imagined what have went down on the battle feild. I was told it was a hard fight ! and my father was a very important man who did very important things. I know .one of those things were being my father. I felt the tears flow from my face , I wanted to be angry at my dad ! But i missed him so much !
He stood at the battle feild with confidnce i was told . And when it all started he was the first to go in. He had his gun ready and was never scared of hearing the 'BOOM'. He fought and pushed and saved many soilders lives . He was a hero, I was told he helped many of the soilders get out alive. Even if it meant he had to risk his life. I could just imagine him out there fighting in his uniform, the sky that was once blue was filled with dark smoke, the flowers that were going to bloom fell to the ground. The air that use to smell like warm sun light and fresh grass was now filled with smoke, blood and pain. and my father stood in the middle of it all i know his last shot saved someone . I could see him fall to the ground . Everything stopped in my mind but i know it was all the same there a million men fighting , a million man who wanted to run back home to there children and my father on the ground , with mud on his face . And his skin Turing pale laying on the battle field . My father died a hero and i know it . He fought and saved lifes . and although he went down he will always live on. He will live as a person who was a hero to many and saved many lives.
Now as i walk through the feild with my brother on my back i step on the dry leaves and the dead grass. I see broken walls and ash on the floor. My tears flow down as my brother whimpers in my back . My mother is,straight ahead waiting for me and my brother to arrive she doesn't want to admit she's hurt. She wants to stay strong but I know she is about to break like the rest of us .Soon we would be back to our small home . with our white drapes and the white picket fence . But it wont feel the same with out dad.
I know not all heros wear capes, I will always love and thank my father no matter were he is. Once a soilder always a soilder, once a dad forever a dad. Wars come and go but soilders will always stay enternial . Less we forget .
It had been nearly 2 whole months since I had a home cooked meal, ever since i joined the army nothing really was the same.I only had my comrade and best-friend Jacob, we prepared and trained for the war together and ever since we became good friends.I was nervous I didn't want to die , I wanted to live life to the fullest. BUT! no time for soft talk we're in the middle of war we could get 5 bullets shot right at us and be taken out.Me and Jacob ran to safety but we weren't fast enough with all the equipment on or back, suddenly I saw a huge metal container falling from the sky ,that was no container it was A BOMB! I shouted "Jacob run" but my response wasn't fast enough ,it exploded a bright light made me temporarily blind ,I thought I was dead a goner.The light faded and i was covered in gravel and dust and I got a little scratches on my hand but other that that I was fine the site was horrifying the house that was near the battlefield that's where the bomb ignited now its in flames about to comedown I've seen fellow allies dead covered in gravel and mud it was a a devastating aftermath.I rushed over to find Jacob I was in shock my friend my comrades leg was broken he was in pain I couldn't move but luckily he he was alive.I put him on my back and ran far away from where the bomb exploded, I lost my rifle due to the radiation of the bomb.,without a rifle I had no defence there was a pocket knife that my father gave me but i know it wont have any affect.I saw a gun in the distance but i din't know if it had ammo or not ,but I had no choice ,I ran for it but by the time I got there there was another bomb and I was in blast zone . I didn't move because of how horrified I was.I knew I couldn't dodge it ,right before I died I said sorry and gave apologies on how I couldn't save my allies.BOOM! The ground shacked I lost my balance a huge bright light ,it's happening all over again I said to my self.My eyes closed slowly ...I was a goner but I heard someone trying to wake me up.YO YO ! WAKE UP! 'Jacob said. DUDE we're leaving for war .I felt relieved it was just a dream but I knew what to expect from war.
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ReplyDeletelike always it was a nice day. the birds were chirping and as usual me (john) Amy my sister and my parents were eating breakfast and we were listening to their child hood adventurous stories the laughter seem to be everywhere in the house,suddenly the earth under their legs started shaking and suddenly there was a BOOM and noise of planes flying over there house its was terrifying the noises of the planes, forks, plates
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john's dad went outside and checked what was going on and when he came inside he was horrified he knew what i was but he didn't tell anyone else.Amy and john were tucked into a corner as tear came down there eyes and they couldn't call alone for help.
my dad took out some grenades and a gun and hissed something in mom's ear and tears started rolling down while dad went outside i really couldn't figure out what had happened but i could feel it something was really wrong.the roof started breaking down as there was another boom, mom told me and Amy to go outside as we went outside a some bricks and pieces of woods hit my legs and i was hurt my sister amy picked me up and ran while mom came behind us.
now i knew wht had happened dad went to fight the war and i felt proud of that i thought what if he died but my mom told me he would die as a soldier and ever one in the future will know he served his life.
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ReplyDeleteWorld War II was just around the corner and me and the solders needed to be ready, We were suppose to be strong and powerful so we were training and I saw my friend Sammy we were best friends and we were only 20 at that time.
ReplyDeleteSo we were training to climb, shoot, and other stuff so we could win and our veteran said "our battle will be at Dieppe and the sad thing I want to tell you is that only one fourth of you will come back". All the solders got more and more training so they will be stronger and better so when the war came the veteran said "every solder get on the boat", So we did other solders went on the jets and some inside tanks our boat was really big that tanks were on it, Some of us got speed boats to use my and my friend were on one of the speed boat.
Some of the solders like me and my friend were holding guns others were using rocket launchers, bombs, and other stuff. So we came on the land in front of us were tall grass we went to the enemies lying on our stomach so then the enemies would not be able to see us, So like I was saying we heard bombs going BOOOOM!!!!! so then we all got up and started to fire were were killing many enemies and they were killing many of us also so we were fighting then the solders with rocket launchers came and started to use then, Solders with bombs came to they started to throw them to the enemies and some got killed and some never.
It was only like about 25 solders and 15 enemies left so I started to attack them so even my friend did then all the solders did, When we shot the last person we stopped the firing with our guns then we looked around and there were blood all around the place we went made sure that there were no more enemies left them we went back to the speed boat and went back to our camp and that was it we won the Canadians won but many solders died. THE END!
He was very old now, but could still hold himself on his feet before the monument. His war, the one to end all wars, now just a fading part of history. He was haunted by the faces of the soliders he'd had to order into battle, the ones who'd never come back. All those who sacrificed their life for the country, who put their families aside and focused only on a better tomorrow for us and the country. There was one nameless ghost that gave an ease to his mind. The gun signalling, mentally brought him back to the fields of Flanders.
ReplyDeleteThe battle had raged for over four hours, with neither side gaining any advantage.Wave after wave of soldiers had been dispatched from the muddy trenches and sent over the top. So many had died already that day that he decided he could not afford to lose any more men. So he stopped sending more waves of soldiers because if all the men were killed they would lose the war.
"Colonel John McGraw" yelled a solider who he couldn't recognize because he was not familiar with all the soldiers in the army. He was a young soldier came up to him requesting that he be allowed to go over the top. He looked at the boy who couldn't have been more than nineteen. Was this extreme bravery in the face of the enemy or was the soldier so scared he just needed to get it over with?
"Why would you want to throw your life away soldier? It's almost certain death to go out there."
"My best friend went out over an hour ago, captain, and he hasn't come back. I know my friend must be hurt and calling for me. I must go to him, sir, I must." There were tears in the boy's eyes. It was as if this were the most important thing in the world to him.
"Soldier, I'm sorry, but your friend is probably dead. What purpose would it serve to let you sacrifice your life too?"
"At least I'd know I'd tried, sir, he'd do the same thing in my shoes. I know he would."
He was about to order the boy back to the ranks, but the impact of his words softened his heart. He remembered the awful pain he'd felt himself when his brother had died in war and he couldn't go save him. He'd never had the chance to say goodbye. The captain didn't want the solider to go through what he did so he let the solider go.
"All right soldier, you can go." Despite the horror all around them, bombs exploding BOOOOOM!!! Guns firing, he saw a smile on the boy's face, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"God bless you, sir," said the soldier.
It was a long time before the guns fell silent for the last time and each side was allowed to gather their dead and wounded. The captain remembered the young soldier. He looked through the many piles of bodies. Young men. None of the bodies resembled the solider that had asked the Captain if he could go to the top.
When the Captain reached the hospital he saw the solider alive but he was seriously wounded.
"I shouldn't have let you go, look at was happened to you. It's all my fault." The captain said in sorrow."
"No, sir No! I am glad you let me go, I actually wanted to see you so I could thank you for letting me go. You see sir, I found my friend at the top, he was badly wounded, but I was there to comfort him until his last breath. As I held him dying in my hand my friend said "I knew you would come".
The solider slowly fell unconscious and the captain remembered that solider for the rest of his life. For his courage and determination that he would find his friend.
The old captain envisioned the solider in his mind, he could almost hear the monument saying "I knew you would come". THE END
" I am sorry, but I have to go." he said. Trying to convince his family to let him go. " Please understand. It is my duty to help keep our country safe. Please don't cry." After a long time his wife finally said that," I think you are right. You should go. Help the people of our country. We all are really proud of you." A few days later when it was time for him to go away from his loving family, he felt miserable. He glanced back at them and said," Bye." They happily said bye back to him. But from the inside he knew that they were very sad and depressed. He looked away and started to walk. A small tear feel out of his eye, slowly rolling down his cheek, but before it came to his chin, he wiped it away.
ReplyDeleteAfter many years of long training, all the soldiers were ready for war. They all got on the boats to leave. There was a somber expression on everyone's face.
The day of the war. We all were running and trying to hide. Slowly we were going closer and closer to them. Suddenly we stopped and hide. They were right in front of us. I slowly raised my gun up and shot him. One died but the others escaped from there. We were running behind them. Suddenly there were sounds of guns and booms everywhere. We didn't no where to go so we were standing there. But then in a sudden there we saw something flying towards the wall. We were not sure what that was, until it hit the wall and BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was injured I knew that it was time for me to go. While I was on the ground I remembered my family, my friends and what we knew about war was that "The worst part is that only one out of every four of us will come back alive." One of the soldier saw me and ran towards me. He pulled me up and carried me to a safe place. Away from danger. But I knew that there were still no chances of me surviving. I raised my right hand up to the right side of my forehead, to salute the people that were still fighting for our country. That was the end of my life.
THE END.
Tomorrow wasn't really going to be a normal day, it would be the first time when the soldiers would march down the battlefield and begin another war. Why do they fight? Do they even have an idea of what the goes through those families who lost someone in that war? I would think about the war more and more as it came closer but tomorrow wasn't far anymore. It was less than 24 hours that the time would come and everyone's heart would hope for the same thing; victory.
ReplyDeleteTonight would possibly be the last night that I'd get to spend with my dad since tomorrow he would leave us - early before the sun rises - off to attack our enemies. Though my mom, my sister and I all hoped and prayed for his return with victory, we couldn't help but be feared by the thought "what if that didn't happen? What if he didn't return? Would he actually leave us forever?"
The next morning before sunrise I could hear the marching of the soldiers and before I could go run out and hope for possibly a last goodbye, my dad left out into the rows and rows of marching soldiers. I hoped to take possibly a last glance of that smiling enthusiastic face but I was too late. By noon, anyone around would've heard at least a few hundred cries of pain and even more bullets, canons, and bombs firing everywhere! Days passed by and I couldn't focus on anything. All I wished for was to see that face again. It wasn't just me who couldn't control, my sister was in no different situation. Yet my mom was in a worse condition than both of us. She'd spent the past days in almost total silence.
I knew that it wouldn't be even close to being a good thought of stepping on to the battlefield but for some reason I couldn't stop myself. I was too worried about my dad, too overwhelmed by negative thoughts. I knew that mom would be busy so I sneaked out the back and on to the battlefield. There wasn't much confusion in finding my dad that time since about half the soldiers' corpses were lying on the ground.
I waved over to my dad as he spotted me but instead of a reply, he ran over shocked and it seemed as if he was trying to tell me something but I couldn't hear him. The "BOOM" of a canon covered his voice. He pushed me aside and before I knew it a bullet approached and what was aimed for me pierced through my dad's skin!
A ward boy started to take my dad on his shoulders and the only next thing that came out was a shriek. "DAD!" I screamed out as he fell down and laid parallel to the ground along with all the other soldiers' bodies. Before another thought went through my mind, I woke up. It was all a dream and by the time I came out, my dad was going to step out of the house but I let out a small goodbye and he turned back, let out a smile that almost said everything I wanted and left out and blended into the marching army.
We waited for days for dad's return. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and after a long wait, we saw that face at our doorstep! "Dad!" I couldn't help but scream out for him but this time with joy! He'd returned! He'd returned with victory!
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ReplyDeleteWorking at home all day was so boring. No having fun, working all day, why? Just because we are girls? Now the last thing I wished was, I was not here, I would rather prefer some other place. Where, there will be the same value of girls and guys, where I would not have my parents to control me. I just want a place where no body will know me except my friends. Than a day came, actually a letter, my parents read it and cleaved to the ground. I wondered what it was, maybe some one died,some kind of war going on or something else. Unfortunately, what was the point of my assumption. I doubt that they would tell me, since again I was a girl of course. But this time it was different, I was about to take my leave and my mom stopped me. Now I was starting to get worried, "we are so sorry", they said. But for what I wondered? " we never even thought this day will come" they frequently said. But for what? I couldn't stop asking. It had to be something, something really sorrowful. "We can't let this happen, but thereis nothing we can do", they said in wound. I can't stand it anymore, I snatched the letter. There it clearly said " SEND YOUR KIDS FOR THE WAR" oh what else can it be. I didn't stand there a second, what was happening? I didn't not even think about this in my nightmares.
ReplyDeleteIt was determined I had to go. At last we were here. This place this camp was really different from where I live. All there is, was plain land as if I have came to a dessert. The place didn't seem to interesting at all, nothing that would get me interested. All of a sudden, something caught my eye. A dead man, no wait not just a man, there was dozens if boys, injured if not dead. And what was even scarier was the girls were carrying them. He said he was our coach/ leader, he was going to command us. We were lead to our tents, all ugly and rotten.
Today, it had been exactly a week. It was like this whole week we were tortured, and were forced to do something we did not want to. At last we were getting some rest until, our captain called us and everyone else out. He said it was a time for the war. Like what is this? It hasn't been a month since we arrived, I knew these people were so stern. All of a sudden the bomb blasted. The war had begun! All the people started fighting. On the other side, the girls and women were taking the injured people for treatment. It had been a long period of time, but the war still continued. True, I was not home, here girls and guys were treated equally, my parents aren't here to keep the control of me an d no one knew me here except my friend. It was just like i wanted but, here it was a ground filled with the dead bodies and no one cared about them, here the girls and guys were sacrificing their lives, my parents weren't here, but now I wanted to be with them. I didn't care anymore if I had to work all my life, I just wanted to be with them. After this who knew if I will ever meet them again.
I was just about to walk away when some one pushed me out of they away and at the same time... a bomb blasted, just where I was standing a while ago. Behind me was a dead body, of a girl, my best friend. She scarified her life for me. I didn't now what to do. What was I going to do? What was I going to tell her parents? What was I going to tell my parennts? That my best friend died because of me. I didn't know what to do? Should i just tell them the truth? or should I--------! BOOM. There I was lying, almost dead. No one seemed to care. Well I guess it was better to die than being ashamed for being the cause of some one's dead. Right now I didn't care about myself, I cared about how my family will feel, or how all the other families will feel about their relative's death. I just wish these wars end, so at least the deceased people will rest in peace. And just than, my eyes close, now I am finally dead...........!!
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