Army Camp Creative Writing

She then continues to speak on how their deportation affected her and how it made her feel. In this interview Guerrero speaks about the traumatizing experience of coming home from school one day only to find out her parents have been deported and how the only comfort she had was the kindness of strangers who went out of their way to nurture her while other family members were contacted. This video offers a bias point of view based on the fact that her parents were the people deported and due to the emotional connection they had, would want them to stay. This video would only help the side supporting the argument that undocumented people should be allowed to become citizens. However, the video does offer the useful point of view of a child of undocumented immigrants and how the deportation of her parents has affected her. This video would be very useful evidence that to neglect the ability for undocumented immigrants to become citizens leave their children in isolation and fear in their country when their parents are

Enrique decides to make his first effort at crossing the border on his sixteenth birthday. Unfortunately, he is robbed and arrested by Mexican immigration officers, la migra. Enrique’s experience is not unique—many times police officers treat

The last time my family and I greeted an Honor Flight at the World War II Memorial in Washington, D.C., a group of teens with several adult chaperones approached us. “Are you here to greet the Honor Flights?” they asked excitedly. They were a senior government class that had driven two hours in order to greet whatever Honor Flights came in that morning. It was

They grabbed their bags, filled hastily with food and supplies by Grace as the small campfire intended for warmth had started spreading. They sprinted through a gap in the flames and kept running, trying to ignore the roaring of sirens and hoping to whatever higher spirit there was that they had not left any evidence behind. The last thing they needed now was for law enforcement to catch them.

Near the fort was a lifeless forest filled with blackened trees baked by the forest fires. Behind one of the dead trees was a young man in black clothing and only a red bandana to shield him

I felt every thorn rip through my flesh as I ran. Each new cut stung more than the last, though I couldn't say I'd rather feel nothing at all. The pain was welcoming, the reason I kept urging myself to run faster. I pushed my arms ahead of me, using

My new, too-small boots make a loud thumping sound as I scuff through the enormous dirt landscape that seems to go on indefinitely. I can feel my belt tight around my waist heavy with bullets I pray that I don't have to use. The helmet I am wearing is strapped

Thanks again for your help! That's wonderful to hear! I'm actually back in Dunellen working with my father and doing some subbing here and there. I would be interested in providing information and help on the Valley Forge Encampment, however, I do not have many materials or props about the park or the encampment. So, if you don't think it would be in your best interest in coming into the school, I wouldn't mind doing something through Skype or email. Sincerely -Russell Brindley.

I can hear the distant echoes of screams and gunshots, but they can hardly drown out the rapidly beating rhythm of my own heart. Looking through the small, filthy window, full of grime and dirt from the chaos outside, I see the soldiers marching away and dragging an innocent man with them.

You know that feeling you get when you're startled or alone? Maybe more like that split second where nothing feels right? For me , Olivia Ritter, that is my only feeling. Living in the middle of a war zone, all alone, basically diminishes all hope for a good future.

But in the distance I could swear I heard a noise a hadn't heard in a very long time, hope. I wake up to the alarms of the camp and the gunfire of machine guns from the guard towers. I look outside and see that it's not even dawn yet. The bunkhouse is full of panicked people running around looking for cover and trying to find their loved ones. I jump off my bunk and put on my shoes as fast as I can. I run to the door of the bunkhouse and swing it open as fast as I can. The first thing I see is a flaming jeep outside the door. I look up towards the sky and see planes having dogfights above us as the ground forces of this unknown force move towards the gate with an army of tanks. The gates fall easily to the much more heavily armed force of the force that is now pushing deep inside of the camp. I run to cover nearby as an axis jeep drives by the bunkhouse shooting at the fast advancing force. After the jeep had passed I run towards a place where I can see who the force is. The sound of explosions and gunfire fills the air as I run towards the gate. When I get to the supply building that is right next to the gate I climb on top of it. I look towards the closest tank and realize that the force that is taking the camp over is the American

A million thoughts running through her mind. “Get to the creek, get the bag”. The torches search the over grown field her body hot in the frosted blades that come up to her knees. Dropping to the ground chest flat to the earth her heart in her throat. “We know you’re out there” he says the panic in his voice worries her. The field suddenly becomes dark and the people are getting closer. Marching in rows like men going to war. Without another thought she is running feet stumbling one after the other. Aching knees and weak bones carry her to the edge. She reaches the wall of trees that she has forever longed to meet. She turns to see if anyone had seen her. The lights are back on and the torches are moving through the grass. She looks down at her thin pale wrist and removed a small band with ‘Renee Grace’

Four Union soldiers barged in. Each had their gun raised. The first soldier barked at Oscar. But he didn’t respond. Oscar just stood there with his hands raised above his head. He looked the first soldier dead in the eyes. I watched the first soldier squint his eyes into tiny

The soldier walked in with his gun, ready to shoot me in the head. He clutched the bullet and loaded it carefully into the bullet hole. He loaded his bullet and pointed straight at my forehead, taking aim he placed his long pointy finger carefully on the trigger, he looked at me and then took aim.

I turned to James who was the man who helped me survive this treacherous place as he was a server whenever we had food. We stood there looking at each other until the soldiers told us to move. We marched with guns pointed at our backs you could hear the buzz of the electric fences that stopped us from escaping this perilous place that I have known as home for such a long time. BANG. The sound of a gunshot made my ears ring. I couldn't tell what happened until we were told to continue and I stood over the body of a man who tried to escape reality.