Boom!! A loud noise struck out of nowhere. I think these are the sounds of war. I don’t know what to do this reminds me of The Battle of Shiloh that I have to fight in at such an early age. This is about a boy named Joby in the story The drummer Boy of Shiloh by Ray Bradbury. Joby is a young boy about to go and fight in the battle of shiloh and he is very afraid of what may happen to him and one night him and a general had a talk because the general heard Joby crying.
The Sound of a Voice explores a very modern-day issue in many cultures: the incapability of women and men to commune and see each other rash and without any set ideas. By mainly focusing on typical gender roles, Hwang attempts to expose the culture myths that characterize men's and women's roles in many cultures: that man is considered physically powerful, self-confident, and independent, while women are viewed as feeble, passive, and dependent. Even though the characters in his play are far more complex than the average stereotypes, they still stick
. . . Like I was losing myself, everything spilling out” (O’Brien 202). Provided with only laconic, expository definitions, an audience cannot truly feel the pains of war. O’Brien utilizes descriptions which evoke all the senses and submerge the audience in the unique and powerful sensations of war. Witnessing war’s pains through the familiar tactile crunch of an ornament or the splash of liquid spilling, the audience can immediately understand the inconceivable pressure placed on the soldier’s injured body. O’Brien continues, “All I could do was scream. . . . I tightened up and squeezed. . . . then I slipped under for a while” (203). His abrupt syntax and terse diction conveys a quickness to these events. Not bothering with extraneous adornment, his raw images transport the audience to the urgency of the moment and the severity of the pain. Now supplied with an eyewitness’s perspective of war’s injuries, the audience can begin to recognize the significance of the suffering. O’Brien tells his audience, “Tinny sounds get heightened and distorted. . . . There was rifle fire somewhere off to my right, and people yelling, except none of it seemed real anymore. I smelled myself dying” (203). In the same frame, O’Brien paints the rumbling chaos of the big war juxtaposed with the slow death of the small individual. His description emphasizes the purposeless discord and confusion of war and seeks to condemn its disorder. He argues that war’s lack of
A third day of blood, gore, and death and we still didn’t know who was going to win, what our families might learn in the next week. I would be hesitant to trust our leaders because something could go wrong statistic wise. What if they come up from behind, what if they trick us. Then we are all shoulder to shoulder in an advancing line towards the enemy. I would be frightened as my teammates fell down and we couldn’t stop to help them. But at the end of the day, when I was still alive we knew it was over and that, for now, we were
I looked down at my yellow tunic and blue pants. Unlike other soldiers around me, I didn’t have armor. Our commander slowly brought us to a stop in front of what appeared to be Constantinople, the city we sought to take over. We had been attacking the city for over a month and still we hadn’t made it past the protective wall. They laid a chain across the mouth of the Golden Horn to stop our ships from approaching the city. “Charge!” Our commander yelled from atop his white horse. I took off running with towards the walls. As we ran I smelled body odor, blood, and death. The sound of heavy breathing, crossbows being fired, swords clashing, and screams of pain filled my ears. Dead bodies littered the ground around us. As I neared the wall I threw the ladder I had in my hands against the wall and started to
People struggle in life for acceptance. There are three characters that struggle from lack of acceptance, the first would be Ponyboy and he struggles for acceptance by society in “The Outsiders”. Charlie fights for acceptance as mentally challenged in “Flowers for Algernon”. In “The Diary of Anne Frank”, Anne accepts who she is, but the Nazi’s don’t allow Jews to practice their religion or even live with the Aryan race. Acceptance is the general theme in all these books.
Dear family, we just returned with food, wine and other supplies that we pillaged from the local countryside so I can take a few minutes to tell you what I have seen and done for the past few months while we await its preparation. Family, you wouldn't have believed it! All of the knights, troops, horses, weapons and supplies crammed into almost 700 ships. Thousands of people were yelling and pushing and trying to avoid falling overboard because few of us know
I would smell the salt from the water that is around me, also maybe I would smell the wood that my crossbow was made of. I might also smell the sweat of the people around me, lastly I might smell the blood of my friends who have fallen around me.
This is a picture of Attila before a battle. reaching the sea both north and south of Constantinople, however, Attila realized the impossibility of an attack on the capital's great walls by his army, which consisted largely of horsemen. (Theodosius II had specifically built the great walls to defend against Attila.) Subsequently, Attila targeted and obliterated what was left of the Eastern Roman Empire's forces.
The day has finally come for us to fight the Persians. My men could not have been more frightened, some of them had even gotten seasick on the way to cut off the Persians from entering our shores. Adonis, one of the privates saw a Persian ship almost two miles away, the next thing I knew Adonis grabbed a wooden barrel and set it on fire. We had managed to set five ships off the path toward the Athenian shore. Once we had done that, we sailed back to shore to plan our next moves against the Persians. Luckily the Spartans were waiting for us when we arrived ashore. I spoke to the Sergeant of their battalion and we did our best to come up with a counter naval attack that will send the Persians running home to
I have just finished my fifth battle in the holy land in the year 1184. We currently have a hold on it, but the Muslims keep on coming with new weapons. King William the Conqueror seems worried, although I believe that we can win, because we have god on our side, unlike the filthy arabs. We have to win, since my last promise to my wife was to kill every last one of these infidels.