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(Henry Holzer and the New-York Historical Society, The Civil War in 50 Objects, 81) A picture of the uniform is included on page 80 of Holzer’s book. It is easy to imagine how brave the men must have been to wear a uniform so bright and eye catching. This shows us just how important this cause was to them, and how proud they were of their ability. The Civil War was a very important event in the soldiers’ lives.
As the Revolutionary War went on, the difficulties faced by colonists army was brutal, if not fatal. Through Valley Forge, Washington's great speech and John Andrews letter to his brother, Our nation's army prevailed with all the hardships this war brought us. Whether it was the frostbitten feet of soldiers, the questionable work load to reward ratio , or the feeling of not being able to walk another step, we overcome it. In John Brooks’s Writing he describes the life of an american soldier during the Revolutionary War.
In battle, there are many ways to be put in the wrong position. A few erratic decisions can cause lifelong problems. In “The Red Badge of Courage” Stephan Crane shows the many situations in battle during the Civil War in 1860. Henry Fleming, also known as “The Youth,” made many notable decisions that would consider him a coward rather than a hero. Henry demonstrates a coward because he ran during the battle, deserted the tattered soldier, and lied to the other soldiers.
The man looked onto the battlefield close and far as the dirt landed and slid off his face the sound of bombs were muffled the cries of men were sharp and penetrating he stood over the breech with such comfort while a hundred thousand fear riddled eyes stared from behind he turned his face deep wrickled and rugged filthy his eyes with dark bags underneath from nights with no sleep but the faces he saw were much different men no more than 30 with their whole lives maybe not even 10 minutes ahead of them he's seen it a hundred times before he knew these men were divided they were there together but they were going in it alone with this in mind the man stared back and spoke "At the edge of our hope... At the end of our time... WE CHOOSE TO BELIEVE
Through thundering guns and cannon fire; you can hear the helpless cries of the abandoned, wounded soldiers or bold attackers, storming and laughing in the face of death. Some men prayed, while others pleaded. Some men held pictures or mementos; of longed sweethearts and family before carefully tucking them away inside of their jackets, for some of their loved ones, will never be seen again
THE GREAT ELEMEANT WAR!!! So you might sAY what is the great "element war" for you i gusee i have to explain it. So in this universe that im in most people have elemental powers.
The devastation behind the soldier stood on the edge of his mind, but nevertheless was not in his thoughts. The man standing in front of him dominated his thoughts and instigated a war deep within the soldier. The man was plain on all accounts; he was middle-aged, wore glasses, had a receding hairline, but his image was now stained in the soldier’s memory. This man merely wanted to get by, most likely to confirm the death of a loved one, but no matter how many times the soldier thought about it, he would never know exactly why. The only knowledge that burdened the soldier was his duty, and his duty was to keep this man at bay.
Dear Mother, It’s has been indisputable here in the trenches, I’m in dire need of new socks. The doctors say they might have to amputate my foot if my trench foot gets any worse. Also if you could provide me with some next time you send me a package I would be beholden to you. In addition to the already gruesome situation, the rats have begun to eat the dead in no man’s land, and steal my bread when I’m not looking.
“So, what was life like before you met me?” Theodore asked Frank. Frank as very careful to only tell him about the last year or so of his life but didn’t mention anything about his old life. Frank stuttered “I-I was alone. Le-ft to die.
Once upon a time, long ago in the frozen north, there was a village. Every winter when the days grew short and the nights grew cold and dark, the wolves would come, growling and biting and clawing at the meagre wooden walls of the village. Every year the wolves came, and every year the villagers huddled in their homes and grew sick and hungry and cold, until one year they decided that something had to be done. They held a meeting in the town hall, the only building that had enough wood left for a fire. They talked and talked for many long hours into the night, but no one knew what to do.
The first step was followed by the last step in succession, not a hint of hesitation in his walk. Both feet were planted at the entrance of the train as quickly as they had been in the station. He had walked passed couples having their last embrace, mothers and daughters sharing a tearful goodbye, and siblings promising that the other would return home safe. The heavy atmosphere was hard to ignore, yet his own attitude shared no part in the matter. Despite the grim reality that lay in front of him, he couldn’t consider himself the black sheep.
Yolanda sprinted through the forest, the earth pounding beneath her feet. The rattling motion of the eucalyptus trees towering above her matched the green in her eyes - moving rapidly but firmly fixated on what lay in front of her. She was extremely fast, yet consistent and predictable, like the uniform spinning of a turntable. The forest was vast and carried on for as far as the eye could see in every direction. This was not the first time she had ran like this.
I hear the whizzing of a shell and instantly hit the floor; it lands forty yards from our trench and explodes with a loud bang. I think to myself that there will be a bombardment tonight. Weird, it doesn't have the same ring as when Kat said it. I get up and continue walking, and I stumble upon a young recruit huddled in the corner. He was lying on the floor quivering; I knew something was wrong.
The trees rustled listlessly in the dying breeze, whilst the windblown dead leaves beneath their horse’s hooves crunched ominously, making it seemed, much noisier in the silence of the forest which surrounded them as the patrol probed ever deeper into its secret depths. There was no birdsong to be heard anywhere. The silence was almost deathly in its intensity, making the motley band of men even more uneasy, than they needed to be. Not only, did they not look the part, but in actuality, they weren’t in any respect whatsoever: A hastily thrown together assortment, the sweepings of the gutter, some whimpering Italians, forever complaining vocally, some other foreigners of dubious origins, some raw recruits, who knew nothing, and were never likely