Death To Dictators Narrative

gun aimed at the door ready to fire. When all the Rebels are in their

Characters in ¡§The Sniper¡¨ are limited in terms of type and variety to show that war brings out only people who possesses a passion to kill and have the courage to be killed. The story focuses on only one sniper and we, the readers use the incident from his point of view. The only characters that are mentioned are the sniper, another sniper, his enemy and an old woman. Apart from the old woman, all other characters are men who represent figures of war and are present to do nothing but kill. They are seekers of death and bring about a web of deaths. The manner in which these men ¡§reign¡¨ over the city by killing, and that ordinary dwellers are imprisoned within their homes for fear of death shows the evil impacts of war.

During the times of war, lines are blurred and deaths arise where guilt has no room to wrap itself around a soldier’s head as they choose between killing and being killed. Under the summer evening and heavy artillery fire of Dublin, Ireland, a republican sniper lays waiting, in a fanatical haze, behind the parapet of a building’s roof. He decides to light a cigarette, despite the risk of exposure, and encounters an enemy sniper opposite the street from his position. Promptly after, an enemy vehicle approaches, met by an informant, who divulged the sniper’s location. Having to execute the informant and a soldier exposed in the open turret, the marksman seeks upon the rival sniper, killing him by a ruse of playing dead along with an arm shot and feebly. Following a moment of hysteria, he evades the bullets of a machine gun, throwing himself aside the corpse only to find it to be his brother. In “The Sniper”, Liam O’Flaherty suggests the

In this book, Tim O’brien reveals all his experiences in detail about the war; as well as stories about his fellow soldiers, and makes a true, but over the top about them. He explains how he feels through stories that are difficult to clearly identify as “true.” This book has a lot of themes, death and violence is one of the major themes.

I tune my ears to listen for the click of the pen as I force my fingers to work, my ears buzz tuning out the sound of guns shooting into the distance. My sweaty fingertips nervously grip the pen as I watch the scary scene unveil before my eyes. The sound of swords piercing skin was too unbearable. My eyes widen as I see many men lying on the floor with pools of blood surrounding them. Their ghastly faces burning in my brain as I try to look away. The men in blue collide with the men in plain clothes, then more plainclothes come charging up to the hill where the men in blue were. Two men from each side stand in the front of their people, each proudly holding a flag. The confederate flag and the union flag were shown with pride as the men holding the flags were taken down by their opponents.

In the short story, “The Sniper,” author Adam O’ Flaherty includes the element of surprise to reveal that war causes not only physical risk, but also psychological sufferings. This is true because of many reasons according to the story. Flaherty uses surprise and the element of suspense to show how war affects those involved. In the story, there is a Civil War taking place in Ireland. The war is between the Republicans and the Free Starters.

They push their way through the crowd to the side of the obviously terrified soldier. They draw their weapons and point them at the crowd. The crowd does not retreat from the threatening guns of the British officers.

“Where were you, soldier?” demands Sergeant Emerson as he raises his rifle. The man’s brown eyes widen with fear, while he searches the soldiers’ faces for someone he knows. Everyone remains rigid, but out of the corner of my eye I notice a

Leadership, authority, and power leading to corruption has been a controversial topic for many years. Lord Acton articulated his belief by saying “Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.” When it comes to the war, Erich Maria Remarque, a First World War veteran himself, clearly agrees with this statement, as shown by his elegantly written novel All Quiet on the Western Front. Remarque uses characters such as corporal Himmelstoss, Kantorek, and the Kaiser as a mechanism to exemplify the unfortunate truth that power corrupts. As a result of Remarque’s development of these leaders, readers are brought to the conclusion that authority’s ignorance, hypocrisy, and animalistic ways compel the helpless soldiers into unwillingly fighting each other to death.

As the shot rang in his ears the soldier’s body slumped forward, face smearing blood onto the soldier next to him, leaving him with an expression of sheer terror as over one-hundred-fifty wehrmacht soldiers charge from the trees toward the forward trenches and foxholes screaming ”Für das Vaterland!” . (for the

Today was no ordinary day. We did not begin by forming blocks… We did not go to work. Instead, we awoke to the Germans yelling at us in their firm voices. “Beeilen sie sich für nichts tiere, wir haben nicht den ganzen tag”- Hurry up you good for nothing animals, we haven’t got all day- they said. Looks were exchanged across the room. Could it be? Were we going to leave? Many of us pretended to get busy to prepare ourselves as we waited for the Germans to leave the room. Their eyes watched us all like a hawk, staring into our souls. As they did so, silence filled the room. However this was not any ordinary silence… it was a silence so loud it ran chills down your spine. It was as if the unspoken words have never been spoken louder. Clearly, many of us were unsure of what was to come next. After some time went by, the Germans finally left. The prisoners quickly ran to their only belongings, hoping to savor what was left. I quickly ran to my stash of bread to save myself during the

I open my eyes and the soldiers look like there frozen in time the bullets are suspended in the air. But simultaneously I can hear their bones crack blood pouring out of every possible hole in their bodies. Time starts again the General looks at me and says,

As the firing stops, my body drops, I lie on the muddy ground, blood pours from my lifeless body, although they stopped me, they will fail in their attempt to retake their cities, they will burn, it is our civil duty to rid the world of their

The youth, light-footed, was unconsciously in advance. His eyes still kept note of the clump of trees. From all places near it the clannish yell of the enemy could be heard. The little flames of rifles leaped from it. The song of the bullets was in the air and shells snarled among the treetops. One tumbled directly into the middle of a hurrying group and exploded in crimson fury. There was an instant's spectacle of a man, almost over it, throwing up his hands to shield his eyes (Chapter XIX)

I’m so powerful. So powerful. This gun, it’s great. And the Government, I hate them! They shall die! This officer behind me, he shall never catch me. The dirt on the sidewalk, thrown off of the sides. Like the Government! They shall be thrown, by me. That fence, i’ll avoid it. The officer, he’s trying to cut me off! Around the corner. Yes, yes! There’s the entrance. The soldiers, they’ll catch me! Lift the gun, i’m so close! That soldier! He’s in the way, move, move! The man behind you, that’s who I want! The Governor! I want him! Dead! Move, move! I’ll shoot over him! My gun, it’s up, ,I shoot, I miss. I missed! No! I missed… I missed… But the soldiers dead.