Creative Writing: An Incident On The Street And Another SEAL Sniper

The sweat is still rolling off of the lieutenant as he begins to come to his senses. Another horrible night spent in this dark cave of a room. His name is First Lieutenant Mathews of the Fifty First Platoon. His mission was to infiltrate the Nazis during the war but after the Allies beat the Nazis he was chosen to carry out the most dangerous mission of the Cold War. This mission would involve the most intense training any mission has ever had.

Hello, this is Kelsey Maley reporting from a battlefield in France during spring of 1914. As you can most likely hear, the battle is booming behind us. The gunshots and cannon fires can be heard from miles away. From where I am standing one can also hear the cries and screams, and running horse hooves from the war below. Looking down we can see the khaki and grey uniforms either riding horses or hiding in trenches and with guns or swords. It is hard to concentrate on these men in uniforms because of the dirt and smoke covering the air around them. Walking up here is difficult because of the bumps in the ground. One may be able to feel the rumbling and shaking ground every time a cannon is fired. Each side is obeying the screams from their comandor

Bullets whizzed over their heads, spat out from the german machine gun.James sat crouched with his back pressed against the sludgy wall of the trench.The clouds covered the sky like a dark blanket, not a single sunray to be seen.James forcefully ripped a grenade off the coughing corpse next to him, he pitied the poor soul choking on gas, noticing the crimson puddle his head was surrounded by. He cocked the hammer of his revolver, took aim and abolished his misery He threw explosive holding on to the ring. A few moments passed and silence filled the air.

After abandoning the camp we stumbled across the country side and found a house. As we sit by the wall, we think about our fellow soldiers now in heaven. I look up to the sky to see shepherds delight or more like the resemblance of the blood of the abandoned. Why everyone was quiet, I don’t know. There probably just tired from the great determination. Many of us seeking an end but will be disappointed and become depressed. Trepidation of death has occurred in several of us.

You have successfully entered enemy territory. You and the other recon soldiers have crossed the distance of open plain, skirted the barbed wire, and are close to the enemy trenches. You all lie on your stomachs in the mud, rifles in hand. So far, the going is good. You don’t seem to have been spotted, and no shouts of alarm split the air.

only for an hour or two but 1 day a green light gas came threw

Hi Mom! Hope you're doing well. I'm sorry that I haven't been writing to you in a while, things have just been pretty hectic here. None of us have been getting any sleep around here because we are all stuck in these trenches and are always on guard. Every morning, we'd get up and look around. We always have to stay in the trenches unless our "leader" yelled "Over the top", which means the call to attack.

At some point, their ears had finally given in to the echoing shots and yells and had dulled to the point where they could barely hear anything at all. The students - cut, bruised and bloodied - lay upon the ground. Dead or hiding. Hoping for mercy, for that’s all they had left to hope for.

On May 23, 2005, shortly after leaving his job at the Nation, a nightclub located in downtown Baltimore, on May 23, 2005, Jason became cursed. At three a.m., the twenty-three-year-old manager locked the main doors of the establishment and walked toward his red Cobra Mustang parked at the far end of the lot.

Hi Sharks. I am Zachary, from Akkad in the Akkadian empire. Akkad is near both the Tigris and Euphrates river, it’s near the Persian gulf, and it is very flat. We are known for the first and the only empire of Sargon the great! Were also known for paying soldiers and hiring governors! I was once a merchant,when I traded goods, it was very hard for me to carry them back from other countries. I always have a sore back from carrying or dragging the goods around. I always thought there could be a solution. And then I had an idea, and the wheel was born!

"9.5 billion people killed during the initial start of the War of Nations,also known as "The Great Bombing Raid", over the next 4 year, millions more became sick with radiation poisoning and died while those that..." the history professor said as he droned on about how everything came about. Ariella let out of sigh of boredom tapping her pencil against the notebook in front of her. She had already read through the whole entire course book already learning that the war had created two separate races the "Ningen" and the "Senshi" which were enemies since the Senshi could shapeshift into certain animals and the Ningen couldn't.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

On September 11, 2017, VA police were dispatched to Desk C for an Intoxicated Individual on VA property.

Right now I’m in these trenches writing a heart-filled letter for y’all. But these unbearable conditions have been unsettling to me. Everytime I want to get away from the gruesome war, I think about you. The shots of the machine guns, getting exposed to mustard gas, and having to see my fellow soldiers having to deal with trench foot, all makes me feel hopeless of me staying alive. All day and night, we had to be on the lookout. Planes from the sky makes us vulnerable for air attacks. All aside from all of those problems, the one main goal is to one day find my horse Joey. Maybe both of us will somehow meet me once again during or after the war. I’m very sorry to you guys if I don’t make it home alive, but I’m going to make a big promise, never in a day or night, will I forget about you guys.

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.