Gettysburg, witnessed a great amount of death in terms of soldiers. In which Carl Schurz a German immigrant served as a commander. Remembering the setting of after war scenario, he describes it in the detail. As he watches the battlefield, he feels sympathize towards the dead people on the floor. Watching them lay like dead, he talks about how brutal there conditions are and what have they been through.
“This is undoubtedly the greatest American battle of the war, and will, I believe be regarded as an ever famous American victory.” Winston Churchill said these famous lines after the Americans had defeated the Germans in the battle of the bulge. It will forever go down in history as one of the greatest battles ever fought for it sealed up the last German offensive and ultimately caused the fall of berlin and the fall of the Nazis. It was midnight on December 16, 1944 in the Ardennes forest the German forces are about to unleash a last ditch offensive effort on the thinly spread untrained American and allied lines hoping to break thru and retake German territory. The allies were not ready for the German blitzkrieg.
.”(1) This battle is well known for the "shot heard round the
They see the Ground stained with blood and the carcasses left behind, Some are even burnt that nothing is left but their skeleton and some cloth that is stained on their rib cage and their cranium. Nothing left as the soldiers look onto no man's land but the horrific sight of what battle their was there and what battle their will be for their
Everyone had seen those headlines. The same phrases had been plastered on the front pages of every newspaper for four everlasting years. Reports from aged soldiers; brave, bold boys and men; reduced to ghosts. And they were the lucky ones. Those who had escaped from the chaos that claimed the lives of thousands of others.
When we were told that the war started, I was right at the border. Of course, we were not sure whether we would survive or not. We knew we had to fight for real. We believed in Communist ideas. We had it with our mother’s milk.
Once I got out of the medical tent, the month had almost passed and the trenches were fairly calm with the ending a year of fighting. The blighters just sat around in a quite lazy fashion, shaving their mustaches and greedily scarfing down the remains of their insufficient portions. It was a fairly quiet time compared to earlier incidents and episodes in the war. I was groggy and tired when I stepped back into the trenches, and even with many months of laying still in the hospital tent, my body and mind were still not replenished and in quite awful condition. The very strong medication the doctor had put me on did not help my grogginess in any way.
The entire world had mixed feelings about this battle. Some were happy while the others were sad. This battle proved to be the most strategic battle. The Soviet Union’s were very victorious. The Germans suffered greatly as they could not gain back the lost soldiers.
My most recent memory was helping to build the huts here at Valley Forge. It has been hard in this desolate camp place 18 miles northwest of Philadelphia. I remember when the Continental Army marched into the valley led by General George Washington. These are not all good memories, but I will remember all of them forever. One reason why I do not want to re-enlist is the bad housing conditions.
The horrible rumbling of the ground started again. I couldn’t look. It gave me distance from my heart and soul, whilst the soviets struck back with old-time Stalinist savagery. The entirety of the Hungarian army was encircled by a sea of red. Tears began to stream down my cheeks.
I questioned myself how can God let this happen, killed so brutally, and as if their lives mean nothing to anyone anymore. I began to visualise those things which I wouldn’t but I was unable to suppress my thoughts as I in a war. Everything falls apart as soon as I thought it fell in the right place, images swirled in my mind and soon my heart was dedicated to a small piece of art that meant something to
It’s been awhile since I’ve written to you, my dear sister, and I suppose it’s my fault for not being able to keep up with writing. However, it is a little depressing about the bigger reason I wasn’t able to write to you. You must be worried sick, Lucina, but there’s no need to be worried about me! We both know that I can handle myself just fine in any situation, it’s what I was trained for, anyway. Anyway, aside from the babbling, I’m currently in Marne, and we were advancing, until the French and British stopped us.
The battlegrounds of the war were as repulsive as my hands, stained and cracked with dried blood that had turned into a murky brown. The acrid stench of gunpowder burned my nostrils along with the smell of blood. I rubbed my hands in cold water but the filth just wouldn’t go away. It clung to me like ivy, and I wondered if the poison would mar me forever. “Nurse Mabel Earp!
As I, Kaiser of Germany singed to enter into war under the pressure of my generals (Kaiser Wilhelm II) I solemnly reminded my soldiers that they will be home before the leaves have fallen from the trees (Wilhelm II). Three years passed by since then, and as I gaze out my window I sense the peoples’ desperation for food, and that they have forfeit their trust to us. The war seems to be a broken record player, instead of continuous music it produces incessant casualties. Also, Nicky and I have not spoken since the day war was declared.
So surprisingly the both armies, hundreds and hundreds of soldiers, settled down to wait on opposite sides of Stalingrad, giving the two lone combatants free run of the destroyed city. Konings announced the beginning of the duel, issuing the challenge by killing two Russian snipers. Zaitsev -- who was, in fact, not alone, but accompanied by his spotter, Nikolai Kulikov. Their arena consisted of destroyed buildings, piles of rubble, twisted metal... an infinite number of places to hide, and wait.
