Descriptive Essay: A Brave New World

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

The resulting explosion and impact result in all souls on board departing this mortal plane to meet their respective makers and the judgments they have earned. Meanwhile, our almost forgotten and mostly overlooked sole survivor is informed of his unit’s misfortune and their ultimate demise. Over the next days and weeks our protagonist begins displaying the signs and symptoms of what experts like to call “Survivor Syndrome”. He becomes wracked with guilt that he did not perish with his brothers in arms. Unable to rid himself of his personal demons he may attempt to join them in Valhalla the only way his feeble, angst ridden mind can conjure up. As his trembling hands arrange for his otherworldly reunion, his mind focuses on what could have been had he only double checked the backup battery in his alarm clock. According to chaos theory a change as trivial as one extra person on an airplane could change the entire course of events leading up to this macabre finale. Perhaps by being on time and being on that plane his additional body weight and that of his bags could have been sufficient to alter the physics of that fateful landing just enough that passengers instead merely experience a near miss with that American supplied relic of the Russian-Afghan war. Even if that CIA trained insurgents missile had not missed and his aim remained true in spite of the powerful influence of chaos, perhaps that same soldier could have at least died

Skimming low above the rooftops of Tokyo, the crew of the North American Aviation B-25B No. 40-2292 didn’t have time to climb to 1500 feet, the minimum distance considered safe for bombing. First Lieutenant Travis Hoover leveled off at 900 feet and bombardier 1LT Richard “Bud” Miller manually released his bombs, 3-500 lb. demolition bombs and 1 incendiary cluster. It was impossible to see the results of the bombing from the flight deck or from the “Greenhouse,” Miller’s position in the nose. The flight engineer, observing from his dorsal turret, reported that he could see the results. "Yes, Sir," he reported to Hoover. "All four hit close together and there's smoke all over the area. We got it all right!" With that, Richard E. Miller, bombardier in Crew #2 of Doolittle’s Tokyo Raiders, earned his

Then, on the order, down we went. I moved my hand from the throttle lever because I had to get both hands on the stick, and my thumb frolicked effortlessly across the gun button. My airplane's engine screeched as I went down in a steeply banked dive on to the tail of a forward line of Heinkels. I knew the sky was full of aircraft hurling themselves in all directions, but I only saw the Heinkel I picked out. When he was down the line of my sights I pressed the button. Cordite fumes shot back into the cockpit, making an acrid mixture with the smell of hot oil and the

The world is in the middle of a massive war, a war in which the threat of the atomic bomb looms prominently. In fear of losing all its future fighting force, Britain sends a group of its schoolboys on an airplane to safety. Before reaching its

I sat in my room bored out of my mind. My last mission was a few days ago and since I’ve only flown once. I was getting the itch. I needed to fly. To kill. To do something other than sit here on my ass and deal with drunk French and American soldiers every night. Being the first woman to fly and the only woman soldier in this war, I had a hard enough time dealing with their horny, egotistical men comments. I don’t need them drunk too. I got up and walked to my brothers room.

I know what direction they landed, but it was miles away. I’m confident my men know what their objective was, so I have no worries that they are trying to find me. Hours past, and as the sun comes up, so does the heat. While walking on the hot, miserable sand, I spotted six German soldiers and they spotted me. I easily taken down the first five because those poor bastards were just kids, like my little brother. I soon see the last guy, as he sits there yelling on his radio, for what it seems to be reinforcements. I immediately take action and take him down. I always looked at war in one simple way; it's either him that dies, or its me. I started running in the direction of my men, but in no time German reinforcements surround me and I have nowhere to go or no options. So, I just surrender. They grabbed me, and as I enjoy the hell which they are about to bring upon me, they started beating the absolute shit out of me. The German soldiers take me to a nearby barn as they try to gain any information. I know about any American forces, but I won't give them any information. A few days go by and I’m still held captive at this god forsaken shit hole of what looks like to be an old pig farm. I hear shooting going on outside of the barn where two Nazi soldiers were standing guard. The barn doors burst open and I see my little brother and two more of my men. “I see you got a little lost lieutenant,” said my brother. I immediately tell my brother to shut the hell up and to untie me. I yelled at the three of them saying why the hell they weren't doing what their orders where. “Sir, you are our main priority,” one of my men said. “Alex, mom would have killed me if I didn’t get you home safe,” my brother stated. The moment I stood up a whistle noise went by my head and I knew it was a bullet. A few more whistles fly by and I yelled, “Sniper!” It was too late, my little brother was the first

I ran instinctively towards the enemy, without fear, without worry. I saw an enemy; he was wearing a brown shirt. Wait, wasn’t that my uniform? I looked down, it was grey. With that information it was a reasonable enough to shoot. Bang! His head had a hole bigger than my fist; it was like a glass you could see through. I felt no remorse, he wasn’t my ally. Shots were exchanged rapidly. Each bullet flew faster than a plane, ending life as we know it. Onwards we marched into the calamity, me and my squad. I looked carefully at each face; I didn’t recognise who these people are. I looked at their name tags, I couldn’t even read it. It was in a different language, was it in German? I don’t remember them... What is going on? Before me there was an ambitious beast, the M4 Sherman. My squad got demolished by a hail of bullets from the beast. My heart

I was assigned my first mission, I was transported to the German army I have waited for this moment; for my line of duty that I would be apart in. Everyone was in a complete panic; all over the news was constant reminders that Austria army has declared war against Serbia. I knew that it wasn't going to end well, then again, doesn't war never end well? Bloodshed, men dying. Bombs. It was going to be complete chaos. Chaos, chaos, chaos. The thing that never ends. Everyone always getting their underwear tied in knots; because of something someone didn't like; or got accused of, and is determined to prove that it wasn't them who did it and decided to point their finger and get another country of billions of people. Now, everyone in every once

You’ve had many hard times in your life, and the bombing of Himmel Street was just one of them. When you went down to the basement that night, did you feel any unusual thoughts? Did you have any idea that in just minutes your

As I clutched onto my M1917 Enfield inside the sweaty and stuffy cabin of the Douglas DC3, ready for the coming parachute jump that could possibly be the last thing I would do. I was 19 when I was selected for war in 1942 to fight my country Great Britain. As minutes came to seconds it started to bug me about what was really going to happen to me down in treacherous battlefield below me. Out of the cabin window I could see the pot marked and war ruined land below. Commander Johnson, a tall and burly figure was the commander in charge of our squadron. He shouted from the door that we had thirty seconds until we jumped. I checked my harness and made sure my gear was securely attached. I lined up along with the rest of my squadron and

The first part I see clearly is when Miranda jumps off the roof to complete her father’s legacy. Mirandas had nothing left to live for, her brother and father were dead and she would have been thrown in jail for treason if she were caught. She chooses her out and hits the detonator, only to recognize she is too far away to detonate the explosives because she is on the roof of the building. Then she realizes “I can still get a signal. I just need to be closer to the ground.” (Zadoff 397). She jumps, followed by a rumbling explosion. The second part I visualize is Daniel jumping off the building. When the bombs went off in the basement of the building Daniel knew he needed to get off the roof. He gaped at the closest building which was over thirty feet away but he had no choice, he jumped. As he got closer to the other building, it became clear that he was not going to make it. Out of thin after a rope appear and he grabbed at him, barely catching himself before looking up to see it was dropped from a helicopter. Climbing up he is greeted with a surprise, Father is the pilot. The Program has come to the rescue. Visualizing perilous scenes like this are what made I am the Mission such a fun

I tripped and fell as fire rained down around me. My tour boat was burning and I could do nothing. I steeled my nerves as I jumped overboard into the oily water. Just before I smacked onto the surface, I woke up in a cold sweat. I had been having nightmares since the bombings of Pearl Harbor. I was utterly terrified on that day, especially as it was my first encounter with the Japanese air force. I was beginning to realize the true horrors of the war that now gripped America. I had always wanted to be a pilot, and the chance was offered through the US Air Force. It seemed awesome at first, but after the attack on Pearl harbor, I was beginning to have some regrets about my choice.

I couldn't even hear myself think! The smoke and dust gather around my comrades and I. I can't hear and now I can't see anything through this dirt and dust, it's almost impossible. I can make out the figure of my fellow comrade. I can smell the dust from the explosion and this awfully strong metal kind of smell. The blanket of smoke and dust trap me and my comrades, I feel the heavy air slowly suffocating me.

“That’s when we heard the loud aircraft noise. At that time, we were very aware of the noises different aircraft made. I stood up and said it could be a B-29. We heard the noise fade. Suddenly there was a moment of blinding light with intense heat. I couldn’t see anything. There was a strange reverberation, a noise that’s impossible to describe, followed by a bang. Then the house, the ceiling, everything collapsed. We were buried and in complete darkness. That’s when I thought ‘I’m going to die’. I repeated to myself, ‘I’m going to die, I’m going to die’. The third time I said it, I must have lost consciousness.” These words come from the mouth of Junko Morimoto, a survivor of the Hiroshima atomic bomb who lived 1.7 kilometers from ground zero.