The general walked up to the temple to meet with the leader of the tribe. The general seemed calm and collects as he climbed the steps of the Untamed temple. He kept his eyes glued on the tribe’s leader. He was alone, carrying only his black dagger for protection against the leader’s spear. While the Untamed may think they have the upper hand, they don’t know about what division he comes from. General was from the woodwind division of our army, the fastest division. Their blows don't do much damage compared to other divisions, but their speed was their advantage. The best soldiers could attack an enemy ten times before they could land a single blow. General was in the F section, the fastest section the wood winds had to offer. A group …show more content…
He bowed to the leader. The leader scanned him all over while the guards on the other pyramids drew their arrows and waited. My hand flew to my sword. If the general fell here, there would be no hope for our survival. I gripped the hilt till my knuckles turned white and left indents on my palm. The leader picked up her skirt and bow back while raising the sides of the skirt far above her head. Wait she signaled to her guards. They loosed their arrows and placed them back into their quivers. I released the hilt from my iron grip. The woodwind had formed a circle around the four zygotes, each with untamed on top of them. Brass troops formed lines shooting off from the circle. The general and the Untamed leader stood on the pyramid in the middle of the circle. Their words blown away by the wind whipping across the valley. After exchanging a few words, the general bowed and walked away. The general turned around to face his band of loyal troops. His face was emotionless as he scanned over everyone. After several tense seconds which felt as though they were hours, he calmly stated, “We have been asked to leave the area. Move with haste.” The army quickly turn to face the wood to the north. We all marched in step, a trait commonly associated with our army. We expect to leave without a fight, no blood would be spilled. The Untamed however, had other
When it came to General Thomas Gage, he was the commander and chief of British forces in the new world. In 1774, he was known to be the most powerful man in North America.
middle of paper ... ... After I was disposed of, the corporal then made the majority of the 27 sufferers march with the rest of the troops. Most of the men, including an Australian chaplain, died during succeeding weeks, largely as a result of this calculated brutality.’ (Iggulden, 2009, p.22)
Throughout the battle, you see numerous Army Values and Warrior Ethos being used. “I will never leave a fallen comrade”, was the etho used the most, to reach the separated platoon. The battle also shows that not all tactical orders are effective, but as a leader you must never second guess yourself.
I walk into Valley Forge. Winter 1777-78. As I walk in, an overwhelming feeling of emotions comes over me. Sadness, anger, hope, unwillingness, and happiness. I walk in a little bit further and I am greeted with many huts. These huts have no windows and only one door. I decide to peek into one of them and see 12 men inside. The huts are hard to see in because smoke has filled them. From another direction there is many men talking. I walk towards the noise and am surprised to see men sitting around a campfire eating small amounts of food. The men are talking about various things. Some are talking about their family, how they are excited that their duty is almost over, and some of the strong willed patriots who are willing to fight for their country are talking about how they are going to stay longer than they were sent to. As I keep wandering around the camp I find myself at an area with many men. These men are different than the men at the campfire. These men were the unlucky soldiers who had gotten sick. There is a soldier who is crying over another soldiers still body. Again I hear talking but this time it’s about how they need help caring for the sick and the soldiers that want to leave shouldn’t leave so they can help the sick. I shake off what I just witnessed and made the tough decision of staying. I would stay because they would need my help,
These men are transformed into guilt-laden soldiers in less than a day, as they all grapple for a way to come to terms with the pain of losing a comrade. In an isolated situation, removed from the stressors, anxieties, and uncertainties of war, perhaps they may have come to a more rational conclusion as to who is deserving of blame. But tragically, they cannot come to forgive themselves for something for which they are not even guilty. As Norman Bowker so insightfully put it prior to his unfortunate demise, war is “Nobody’s fault, everybody’s” (197).
The enemy increased so greatly in numbers that we were forced into the timber for protection, but I firmly believe that if, at that moment, all our companies had been together the Indians would have been driven from their village (Windolph 166).
“Line up Soldiers!” The Red-Coat was screaming at us the second we got off the bus telling us to line up and to be quiet. My fifth grade class was on a field trip on this windy November morning. We were at Riley’s Farm and about to live for a day like we were in 1765 as a Patriot during the American Revolution. We were on the bus for 2.5 hours and finally we arrived.
A young Apache at the time, Geronimo set out one day with his family from their homeland, which is now located in southeastern Arizona, on a trading mission into Mexico. Many other families also went with him. The men went into town to trade each day, leaving their families behind. On this momentous evening, they returned home to find that Mexican soldiers had ferociously attacked their camp. They had murdered their women and children and stolen their supplies and horses. The dead were scattered everywhere. Geronimo’s wife, three children, and his mother were among those slaughtered. He found their bodies lying in a pool of blood. “I had lost all,” Geronimo said. His heart was broken. He would never be the same again. The loss of his family led Geronimo to a lifelong hatred of all Mexicans. He was filled with hatred, and he would spend a lifetime pursuing vengeance for all that he and his people had lost. He became one of the most feared Apache warriors of all time. The career and accomplishments of Apache warrior Geronimo were indicative of the fight for a Native American way of life in conflict with that of the progressing American frontiersmen and Mexican soldiers.
...al but couldn’t, when they twitched and made moaning sounds and covered their heads and said Dear Jesus and flopped around on the earth and fired their weapons blindly ”(104). Along with daily life, the soldiers carried their reputations and “the fear of blushing” (105). At any moment they could have abandoned the war and gone home to life, love, and a warm bed, but they never did. This was not out of courage, but rather the soldiers were just too afraid to be cowards.
page 175 “No help or backing was to be had then from his high-born comrades; that hand-picked troop broke ranks and ran for their lives to safety of the wood.” (Heaney)
In my opinion, Thomas Gage is a very talented and well trained leader for an army. He knew how to listen to his men and he knew how to watch his opponents and how they fought and this would help him defeat the British. Thomas Gage was a very successful general in war and he picked his men out very well. In his biography you will find that he was very well respected and trusted in his home by his family and friends, then most importantly in the field of battle. Then as I walk you through his accomplishments you will see all the battles he fought hard and conquered, then you will also see how popular he was among the other leaders and army men. Then towards the end, you will learn about the big impact Thomas had on some of the wars he fought in and some of the men he fought with.
Henry and his comrades walked for three days, nonstop. On the second day, some of his fellow soldiers were complaining that their bags were too heavy and dropped them, leaving them only with their guns, bullets, and food. On the fourth day, Henry was barely awake when the army started into a run, not a march, and he was afraid. He then said that, “The government brought me here, and now I’m going to die.” He now had that confidence he had at the beginning disappeared. He was deathly afraid of the war and began to walk away from the battle. When Henry joined his regiment again, he began to worry once more. He did not have a clear answer on whether he will fight or run. He began to form some maturity when he came to think about death. He realized that if he died, he would be able to rest, and some of that confidence that he lost began to grow
In the era of my rule, a king was not someone who simply delivered orders to his “men” while he sat on his throne awaiting confirmation of a victory. Men admired their leader for: outstanding courage, selflessness to his tribe, personal valor, and ability to survive despite the toughest opposition. Heroism and leadership are characteristics that brought my fellow men to abide by my side despite the situation, which in response led me to become such an aspiring leader, and in the end a hero – the demonstration to attain glory through brawls. Traditions, natural laws, and religion are descriptions of my heroism and leadership.
The mob rushed into the prison’s courtyard. Some individuals were not as ruthless as others. "...Those who came in first treated the conquered enemy humanely and embraced the staff officers to show there was no ill-feeling..." However, several of the protestors were hurt as they attacked soldiers from the army. "....The people, transformed with rage, threw themselves on the sodiers..." Fierce fighting followed and carried on into the evening. Finally the mob got their hands on some cannons.
...ess the beauty of such unique ceremony.” As he told the very story with deep tones, he would raise his hand clutching a green blade. He said the oldest native gave it to him and that in the exchange the blade gave off light. In return the captain gave his most personal affect, his fathers pocket watch. His time with the natives he said was the best time of his life. The captain believed that the Indians were untainted beings; he said he could feel a connection between the people and believed that their power was routed by a natural energy, native to the land. But the Captain's stories were hard to take in full, the man had a thirst and he drank regularly. No matter how much he drank the captain only needed three hours of sleep to right him. He would wake up perkier than a horny pig and scold us till we joined him. With the captain gone. God to save us…