It was a cool and calm day on the Adriatic Sea which made for a smooth, short ride to the coast of Italy. My squad was getting ready to make our way up to Ortona, which at the time was heavily fortified German ground. We had a couple minor fights along the way but it was pretty easy getting through to Ortona. I had a couple of close friends in my squad, but there’s always that one person that you don't necessarily like. In fact, they bug the heck out of you, but you have to get along with them for the greater good. Well, that’s Jimmy, I just couldn’t stand him, and whether it was his attitude or his voice I just don’t know. My close friends were Jo and Sully; we were the three musketeers of the troop, all from P.E.I., and we joined the army at age 18. The preceding two months were a blur when I was with them as we slowly moved toward the Germans, led by Lieutenant Connors.
“Gather around guys,”
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Before I could think of what to do I saw a German tank rolling toward me, I had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide and I figured it was only a matter of time before they saw me. As I sat there helplessly, I prayed for a miracle. My only chance was if I could take all four soldiers and a tank by myself. Pretty low probability if I say so myself. While I pondered that thought I was startled by yelling… In German. I knew I had been spotted. “Kaboom!” I saw a big cloud of dirt and debris fly into the air, landing only a few metres away from where the tank was, and then as if I had a guardian angel standing beside me; the tank relocated away from the explosion and more importantly me. Breathing a huge sigh of relief I started walking back towards the building where Jo, Jimmy, and Sully were staying when all of a sudden I saw something whizz passed in the corner of my eye and I felt a stinging pain go down the left side of my
...attacks, and burning from flame throwers. The Germans are relentlessly hostile toward the British and Canadian soldiers, saving no lives but disposing of many. The Germans are truly enemies of these soldiers; however, in this case they definitely do not act as friends, which ultimately disagrees with Timothy Findley’s assumption that one’s enemy is their closest friends. The saying, “keep your friends close, and your enemies closer”, is truly substantiated within the text The Wars. For one’s “enemy” will not hurt them, as no trust is deposited into an enemy, however one’s friend will, since as a friend, one invests plenty of trust into another and by having this trust broken one is hurt more than anything. Timothy Findley deconstructs the concept of friend and enemy within his novel The Wars, by illustrating that one’s enemy will turn out to be their closest friend.
He figured out that his personality had changed and realized that he now felt more mean. War changes people, with some changes being very dramatic and very quick. This is evident in the behavior of Norman Bowker, Bob “Rat” Kiley, and Tim O’Brien. These changes affected each person differently, but they all had dramatic changes to their personalities. These changes have very severe effects on each person.
I wasn’t scared of the unknown or leaving Earth. I was scared because I would die with dishonor because I haven’t captured Quebec. Suddenly things start falling into place. I order 4500 men to scale steep cliffs to get a better view of where to make an attack. They then assembled the army inside of Quebec and were ready to fight. But I did make sure to carefully position my men to make the most damage during this attack. Maybe I wouldn’t die with dishonor after all! Positioned and ready to shoot, the French come. Those bloody French soldiers began firing out of range! My men did not flinch for a second and none of them are shot! Strategically, I ordered them to pull out their guns as soon as those idiot soldiers got into range and then fired. One by one, those French soldiers went down like dominoes! As exciting and exhilarating as this all was, the attack was overwhelming! Nonetheless, it didn’t last long. Ten minutes was all it took for those weak French soldiers to be taken down by my men who have been through hell and back for this one attack. They did this for me, I tell you! In the midst of it all, I was shot in the chest and wrist. I did not want a doctor or anyone to try and save me. It was my time to leave this place with honor. My soldiers and I won this battle! After I pass, the French surrender 4 days later, I am hailed a hero for not giving up on capturing Quebec, and people said that I ended the war. But
The tanks tore big holes in the walls, drove into the house, and knocked down whole sections of the building.
... There comes a cracking sound, a screech and a ripping as the unit pulls loose. There was an explosion, a flash of light and smoke. The Chief moves to McMurphy, reaches down and gently closes his eyes.
The soldiers in the Second Company form this bond between each other that represents that of all wartime buddies. They develop these friendships where they depend on each other so that they can make it through the war. The young soldiers play cards, smoke together and joke around together to pass time when they are not fighting. Their reactions towards dying friends show their love for one another. “Suddenly little Kropp throws his cigarette away, stamps on it savagely, and looking around him with a broken and distracted face, stammers “Damned sh*t, the damned sh*t!”” (page 18). Even after their good friend Kemmerich passes away, the circle of friends is able to pull together and get through it all. They have a deep love for each other. Some soldiers like Paul and Katczinsky even feel a father/son relationship with each other. “We don’t talk much, but I believe we have a more complete communion with one another than even lovers have” (page 94). The war has brought them together. It has made them rely on each other for survival and has brought them to forget the horrors of war.
Private James Ryan is a very sociable person. He lost 3 brothers in the war, which is why he is getting sent home. I said he is sociable because when he was rescued towards the end, he enjoyed talking to Capt. Miller very much. He would tell stories about his childhood before he left for basic, with his 3 brothers. There were 7 men under Miller’s Command. They were Sgt. Horvath, Pvt. Reiben, Pvt. Jackson, Pvt. Mellish, Pvt. Caparzo, Medic Wade, and Cpl. Upham. They all fought against the German resistance to save Pvt. Ryan.
He used to take me out quite a bit and when he went away to training he wrote to me. I don’t remember the date, it must have been 1915. He went overseas and four days later his head was blow off around Berlin, somewheres in Germany. He was killed. So I remember that and I remember soldiers desperate and I remember ... I don’t know—that’s why I’m beginning to hate wars, beginning to find out and reason with myself that there is no reason for it. We’re intelligent human beings. Can’t we find our ways and means of trying to live with us, ourselves and our neighbours, and our country with other countries’
Once there was a boy names Terra, he was 7 years old. Today was his birthday. His parents didn’t know what to buy for him so they decided to take him to a store so he can pick what he wants. He went to a history section of the store. The section was filled with history sculptures. He was very interested in history. The other day he read about Terracotta Warriors, so he went right away and picked the Terracotta sculpture. His parents asked ‘Are you sure you want this?’. His parents were surprised that he didn’t pick stuff like books or toys. It was fifty six dollars.
middle of paper ... ...beaten, also agreed to stay and fight one last fight before going. home. I am a sassy. They managed to hold off the German advances until help arrived.
In the first chapter, the narrator, Paul Baumer, and his troop have just returned from the front line after suffering heavy casualties. He is joyous because his troop, the Second Company, has been served double rations due to the losses. He and his friends laugh and eat, feeling privileged. They are not at all deterred by the fact that they were gifted this excess of food by 70 fallen comrades. When the cook hears of the losses, he is shocked, but not because of the deaths; he is astonished that he has prepared nearly double the amount of food needed. The soldiers' disconnection shows more personally when Paul and his friends, Muller and Kropp, go to visit a fellow soldier named Franz Kemmerich who is hospitalized with a leg wound. They realize that he will not leave the hospital alive, but they are not too concerned. In fact, their thoughts revolve more around Kemmerich's well-crafted boots and who will inherit them once he is passed. It isn't that they don't care for their friend; it's simply that they have learned to push away sadness and other emotions. They must focus on their own lives before mourning the loss of others.
I yell, “Ready positions!” but we immediately have to take cover as planes fly low shooting into the trenches. A line of enemy troops sprint towards us. I signal to fire, providing cover while five of our men rush to set up the machine gun.
The explosion caused a fifteen foot wave that was detectable one hundred miles away. Any buildings near by were completely flattened to the ground. Anybody within forty miles away their windows were shattered. The explosion was so great that it sent all of the cargo on board such as peanuts, tobacco, twine, and bunker oil two thousand to three thousand feet in the air. It was so loud that the blast was heard one hundred
"Can someone just kill me and get it over with? I can't stand this garbage." scowled James who looked more irritated than anyone, James Marinovich was a first class private fresh out of boot camp, he always was complaining about the trivial stuff like when were we going to eat next and why we always get the difficult missions. Mackey loved to yell at him, and as a result he scowle...
The sound of the wheels from a skateboard on the pavement rattles my head. The only thing stopping the pounding noise was the slight breeze of air that flew through cooling down all the noise. Blowing through the blue curls in my hair the wind covered my ears. No worries could reach me in this moment. The excitement to get to the library kept me flying down the road. I could already imagine the smell in the air of old paperback books enveloping my nose. Getting to run my fingers over new books hard spines that hold the forever stories together.