“What the…?” he whispered as everyone ran past the broken steel door. I never mentioned the perfect gene to the president for a reason. Not even America could keep their hands from Charlie as a weapon. My silence was his protection. Otherwise, he would never have a normal life and Evelyn would never truly be happy. They deserved their little farm in Wickerton and I was hell bent on giving that to them.
I yanked his uniform and pulled him down to my eyes. “You keep what you see in here to yourself. Do you understand?” He looked at me with crazy eyes. “I like you RIPPER. You’re my brother but if you mention anything you see here to the government, I’ll kill you in a horrible way.” He answered in his one word sentences.
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You see things. Things no one else needs to be aware about. I understand.” RIPPER came from New Australia. He was an astounding pilot but before he joined the Navy Air Squadron, he was a Marine. He would’ve received a lot of crap from the other guys for his previous selection in military branches, but he was a mammoth and could literally kill a dude with his bare hands, so he was saved from ridicule. The difference between him and the other guys was he had seen some action. Stationed just south of the Russian States of Soviet Heritage’s southern border. He never spoke of it. CHEETAH told me all the rumors. How his entire squad was basically dead and he managed to pick each of them up and carry them to safety. By himself and under heavy fire. He was a real hero. The only military hero I had met in the allied coalition. And the only one who would understand down here.
RIPPER and I ran after the group through a long white hall leading to another. Charlie took a left and kept running. The perfect gene could sense their soul mate if they were close. He didn’t even hesitate so he had caught on to a feeling. We were close and my stomach was nervous. More nervous than when I snuck into the janitor’s closet and lured Evelyn in the first time we met. And I wanted to barf then, I was so nervous. But this time, I didn’t know how she’d
The battle started when Navy SEAL, Petty Officer First Class Neil Roberts fell from a MH-47E Chinook, on an attempted landing to an unknowingly hot LZ, when he lost his footing due to a combination of RPG blast and spilled hydraulic fluid of the mangled aircraft. Razor 03, the call sign of the Chinook was eventually forced to land putting a gap of 4 miles and several thousand feet between Roberts and the rest of his team.
The mercenary laughed at me. “I told you before Reinhardt. Such outdated virtues have no place in this world anymore. The only thing that matters is to get the job done, no matter the cost.” “Don’t bother trying to talk to him Rein,” said Tracer.
Ultimately, they were trying to survive. They were trying to make it back home when they knew they would never be the same man as before. They were scared, but walked around and carried the war on a courageous front. Often, these men carried each other with unconscious support. They were brothers in arms.
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
Charlie soon becomes aware that his smartness may not stay forever, that he might lose his genius. He starts to research the experiment himself. He studies a little mouse named Algernon who they did the experiment on first. Charlie starts to become attached to the little white mouse. Together they are the smartest of their species. When Charlie and Algernon have to go Chicago for an interview, Charlie gets so frustrated at how all the scientists are talking as if before the operation Charlie wasn’t a real person. In his frustration he accidentally on purpose let Algernon go.
In the late 20s, life was good down here in the south. The grass was long, tall, and healthy, the wind would graze over the grass like a nice comb over haircut. The crops were plentiful and could be seen for miles. Life was good, we had everything we had ever needed down here on the farm. In the summer, we would have hay bale making contests on our farm. We had a farm of about 27 acres, we grew primarily soybeans and wheat. However, life would change for the worst come the 30s.
Hershel “Woody” Williams was a displayed his amazing courage by serving his country in the Marine Corps Reserves. He started his military career on May 26, 1943 when he enlisted in Charleston, West Virginia. Woody’s served in the military for a span of 17 years (WebCite Query Result.) His impeccable courage is best displayed in February 23, 1945 on a small island in the Pacific Ocean at the Battle of Iwo Jima where he was serving with the 21st Marines, 3rd Marine Division (Iwo Jima.) His commanding officer was trying to develop a plan to take out the Japanese pillboxes. The pillboxes were buried under several feet of volcanic sand, therefore they could withstand bombs being dropped on them. Tanks were useless in trying to get to the pillboxes because they could not get enough traction in the sand to get close enough to fire. So Hershel took matters into his own hands and strapped on a 70 pound flamethrower, only weighting 150 pounds himself, and began making his way to the pillboxes. With only four Marines covering him, and having to move forward in the upright position because the flamethrower would not allow him to crawl, Hershel made his way through the trenches and took out 7 pillboxes in 4 hours. He escaped from the battle unharmed, but two M...
Our mission is to attack the government’s military base, people say I’m the best tactical soldier, I wouldn’t say that, although I will admit I’m pretty good. I might not be as good as usual this time, but whatever, this is the job. The commander calls in, “James, I know this may be a tough time for you, but you’ve gotta be on top of your game here, we’re counting on you, Commander out”. I respond with the usual ‘copy that’ and start preparing. The pilot, my protégé, tells me “Landing in 10 minutes, sir”. Always liked that kid. Bob’s his name, he’ll probably grow up to be
“I will never quit. My nation expects me to be physically harder and mentally stronger than my enemies. If knocked down I will get back up, every time. I will draw on every remaining ounce of strength to protect my teammates and to accomplish our mission. I am never out of the fight.”
Going to War The arrival of winter is well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road, he was much more aware of all his surroundings.
However, he never took part in combat and stated stateside. He narrated training films and was in the Army Air Force First Motion Picture Unit.” (Martin Kelly, n.d.).... ... middle of paper ... ...
Gene understands his feelings much better and is a changed person. It is like when Finny died, some of his serenity entered Gene. Because he denied the war’s existence, Finny caused Gene to stay away from all their other friends (Brinker, Chet, etc.). and only talk to him.
Just a night. An ordinary night, around fifteen to eleven o’clock. I lay there playing with my xacto knife kit. It belonged to my Grandfather’s aunt. So I guess that’s my great great aunt. Well anyways I finally set aside my kit and started to try and sleep. I’m at my grandparents house in the Fairfax District of Los Angeles. The house? Why it’s a classic Spanish themed home built precisely in 1929. At the end of a Golden Era: The Roaring Twenties. So as I turn to closed eyes I see a boy. A young Hasidic Jewish boy. He looks around the age of eight or nine and asks me in a seemingly cute creepily voice Have you seen my family? I asked what family. The family that seems to be missing. I asked are you from around here? He says, yes I grew up here in the brown roofed house.
We can all sympathize with Charlie on the surface, we have all made mistakes that we have to live with. Charlie is attempting to move forward with his life and erase the mistakes of his past. The ghosts of his past torment him repeatedly throughout the story, his child's guardians despise him and his old friends do not understand him.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time