She awoke to the sounds of the street; crying infants and distant gunshots assaulted her senses as she blinked sleep out of her eyes. Harsh unnatural light shone through the bedroom door, disturbing the sleep of her little brother on the opposite bed. “Why are all the lights on?” She asked herself as she yanked the covers off. Her body shivered from the cold as her feet slapped against the stone floor. She stumbled over to the long cupboard mirror, scrunching her nose in distaste as she grabbed an old wooden brush. She ran the brush through her thick raven black hair as it trailed down her spine. A glance at calendar told her that today was the Sabbath.
“Chizkiyahul, what time is it?” asked the little boy, still half asleep in bed.
“Time for you to get up I think, little man” she replied as she walked over to the window.
“But I don't wanna get up” complained the little boy, “Does it really matter if we miss synagogue this time?”
Pulling the curtains back, she glanced out of the window. The street was dark and cold, a steady stream of snow fell down. Further down the street, half a dozen soldiers were going from house to house, pulling families out of their homes. The soldiers were wearing thick black leather trenchcoats, their faces looked cold, uncaring and hostile.
“Yes it does, don't let Mama or Papa hear you say that Hadasha if you value eating your dinner tonight” she told him as she exited the bedroom door.
The sound of groaning wooden furniture came from her parent’s bedroom. Chizkiyahul took a step back into the shadows. The sound of her mother could be heard whimpering. The soldiers dragged her parents down the hallway, past the bathroom, through the kitchen and out the front door. Horror shocked Chizkiyahul into silence...
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...to be brave for her little brother.
“Look, the stairs, they must be up here” she heard a soldier exclaim.
One, two, three, fou- thud
“Bastard, this stupid stair tripped me up”
Slowly she started to inch the desk towards the stairs.
“Bloody hell man, get up” said the other soldier in a harsh voice.
Just a few more inches. The wooden desk groaned, as if to alert the soldiers.
“What the hell is that desk doing there?”
Yelling, Chizkiyahul pushed the desk the final inch. Gravity taking over as it fell down the stairs. The soldier looked up as the desk was coming towards him. His look changed from one of cold and callousness, to shock and fear. Chizkiyahul noticed a slight look of sorrow spread across his face and she felt a cold dark within her, despise.
“Mercy Mercy” she said mockingly a moment before the desk hit him, knocking him down the stairs. Snapping his neck.
The Comradeship of War in All Quiet on the Western Front War can destroy a young man, mentally and physically. One might say that nothing good comes out of war, but in Remarque's All Quiet on the Western Front, there is one positive characteristic: comradeship. Paul and his friends give Himmelstoss a beating, which he deserves due to his training tactics. This starts the brotherhood of this tiny group. As explosions and gunfire sound off, a young recruit in his first battle is gun-shy and seeks reassurance in Paul's chest and arms, and Paul gently tells him that he will get used to it.
Erich Maria Remarque’s classic novel All Quiet on the Western Front is based on World War I; it portrays themes involving suffering, comradeship, chance and dehumanization. The novel is narrated by Paul, a young soldier in the German military, who fights on the western front during The Great War. Like many German soldiers, Paul and his fellow friends join the war after listening to the patriotic language of the older generation and particularly Kantorek, a high school history teacher. After being exposed to unbelievable scenes on the front, Paul and his fellow friends realize that war is not as glorifying and heroic as the older generation has made it sound. Paul and his co-soldiers continuously see horrors of war leading them to become hardened, robot-like objects with one goal: the will to survive.
After opening the front door all fell silent. The reality of where I was about to go washed over me, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't absolutely terrified. You couldn't only see, but feel, the demeanor of the “veterans” change as well. After a loud buzz the first cold, heavy door unlocked so we could begin our journey to the community room where the girls were waiting for us. As we approached every new door down the countless hallways the cameras were watching us and we’d hear a “buzz”. We finally reached the last door, took a deep breath and heard
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Elli talks about daily life in her neighborhood. Her mother does not show any compassion for her. When Elli complains of this, her mother brings up excuses that are unconvincing. Elli believes her mother does not care for her and that her brother is the favorite. Hilter’s reoccurring radio broadcast give nightmares to Elli, whos family is Jewish. The nights when the Hungarian military police would come and stir trouble did not provide anymore comfort for Elli. One night, her brother, Bubi, comes home with news that Germany invaded Budapest, the town where he goes to school. But the next morning, there is no news in the headlines. The father sends him back to school. He learns the next day that a neighbor’s son who goes to school with Bubi has said the same. The day after, the newspapers scream the news of the invasion. Bubi arrives home, and the terror begins.
“What is it good for, absolutely nothing, huh, war” (Edwin Starr). The Horror of war, effects of war on the soldier, and nationalism are all themes in “ All Quiet on the Western Front”. World War 1 , is basically about the war that started over the killing of the archduke Franz Ferdinand.The war then escalated between 28 countries. The novel is about a guy named Paul and his school friends who were all persuaded to enlist to fight in World War 1. Paul and his company no nothing about what war is really like. They know nothing about the horrors of war.
“1944: The Year I Learned to Love a German “by Mordecai Richler essay talks about his experience in his young age during World War II and how his vision of life changed by a single book. Likewise, “shooting an elephant” by George Orwell essay describes George Orwell’s experience in Burma when he was opposed to the issue of whether or not to shoot an elephant that had caused trouble in the town. He compares this situation with the British occupancy of Burma. They both are in the period of well-known of historical events by the world. The first essay talks about the period of an incident that Jewish people killed by Hitler and the other essay talks in the dated of when India was during the rule of the British and got independent by Mahatma Gandhi. Also, one ethnic group ruled by another ethnic group in both stories.
At the time, it was late November and the Battalion was scheduled to return home in six weeks. Thanksgiving was only two days away, Christmas was just around the corner a feeling of hope and joy was in the air. Then, in the middle of the night, Deborah’s phone rang; Deborah’s husband was calling; she could tell from his voice that something was wrong. Through a cracked voice, Deborah’s husband informed her that he had just received word that the Battalion would be staying in Afghanistan for another four to six months. He asked Deborah if she could call just the section’s wives and as tactfully as she could, inform the wives. He also asked Deborah to tell the wives that the information being passed was not being formally released as of yet that he just wanted to give the wives a forewarning so that they were not blindsided when the extension was officially released. As soon as Deborah hung u...
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
Throughout their lives, people must deal with the horrific and violent side of humanity. The side of humanity is shown through the act of war. This is shown in Erich Remarque’s novel, “All Quiet on the Western Front”. War is by far the most horrible thing that the human race has to go through. The participants in the war suffer irreversible damage by the atrocities they witness and the things they go through.
The soldiers must depersonalize themselves. They must be detached."This is a book about seeing and not seeing, about not being there in order to be there. It presents the paradoxes of a psyche, of an art that is compelled to examine itself, and yet is determined to control reality in a way that makes it able to be indured."
The only thing I can think about is food. I don’t think I can remember the feeling of having a full stomach, or my thirst quenched. Even the feeling of strength, of movement has left me. There’s no getting those feelings back until the war is over. The only thing that can be truly felt is the burn of the cold, and the fear. The fear is everything, consuming my thoughts, vision, and blurring the days together. It’s almost strong enough to overpower the hunger and thirst. I fear for my family’s safety, their sanity. My mother has started to go mad from the stress of taking care of my two younger sisters and myself. The war has stolen many things from my family; my father, brothers, home, everything. Even the sky is crying for us as it smudges my writing and blurs my vision even more.
During the Holocaust, around six million Jews were murdered due to Hitler’s plan to rid Germany of “heterogeneous people” in Germany, as stated in the novel, Life and Death in the Third Reich by Peter Fritzsche. Shortly following a period of suffering, Hitler began leading Germany in 1930 to start the period of his rule, the Third Reich. Over time, his power and support from the country increased until he had full control over his people. Starting from saying “Heil Hitler!” the people of the German empire were cleverly forced into following Hitler through terror and threat. He had a group of leaders, the SS, who were Nazis that willingly took any task given, including the mass murder of millions of Jews due to his belief that they were enemies to Germany. German citizens were talked into participating or believing in the most extreme of things, like violent pogroms, deportations, attacks, and executions. Through the novel’s perspicacity of the Third Reich, readers can see how Hitler’s reign was a controversial time period summed up by courage, extremity, and most important of all, loyalty.
The regular, stand-to was longer than it usually was. The night was cold and long we were on stand-to for most of the night without rest. The casualties grow higher by day, Yeatman and Johnson killed, alongside 81 killed and 34 wounded. I trust that may many be found alive and well, as one must always lose some in the dark. Inside the trench, crowded surrounded by other soldiers resting before dawn as usual until stand-to. Trenches, equipment, often blood soaked boots, corps guns, ammunition caps, laid everywhere along the wet flooding dirt ground. The loud but comforting rain, the only serene sound I hear here, we still have without break for the past four days, our small trench is starting to flood slowly day by day. The battle has seemingly taken a break, no firing from the other side.
The third maddening buzz of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, quarreled with my sister over which clothes she should wear for that day and finished getting myself ready. All of this took a little longer than usual, not a surprise, so we were running late. We hopped into the interior of my sleek, white Thunderbird and made our way to school.