Dialogue Essay

“It will be for the best, don’t you know how abominable the situation is in Iraq” my dad replied with an angry tone. “We have no other choice at this point. We either leave now or we risk getting injured or killed here.”

One more reason is his wife. His ex-wife because that he had an past with her; he only relied on money.

The building was empty when suddenly I my leg was grabbed , I reacted fast and pulled out my trench knife and jerked my leg away from the grasp of the hand, but I looked down at the now wet street only to see one of the men who I shot but apparently never ended, he crawled  to me gasping for air as his throat filled with the  blood from the wound in his neck, I looked into his eyes that filed with  blood and at that moment the soldier said “ Please….p p p please  help me…..(cough,cough)  I…..I have a wife and daughter.” I faced  a decision at that time,  the monster who  am or  the monster that they say I am. I grasped the man in between my arms and brought him closer to my body, I whispered a prayer that my mother taught me when i was a child,”Father..forgive those who have forsaken me and forgive those who have forsaken you.” The soldier's tears of blood ran down  my uniform, as I pierced his heart with my blade. I lay him down on the path and as he drew his last breath, he thanked me.  The shed door creaked slowly as i peered into the warm and sheltered air that was hiding from the storm. The General stood there in his dark grey coat, covered in badges and symbols, a beacon of authority to all the soldiers under his influence. I tried to silence

Iraq: Child, if you do not take my daughter back, I think I can continue to fight. [sneer.]

to provide a chance for a better life. This was an important point in the story; when the

end up in the hospital u think well maybe i should’ve not done that. So in that case, we should

"Son, after I'm gone I want you to keep up the good fight. I never

SO familiar. But I can't. I won't. This man has to go. I whip out my gun, but just as I am about to shoot, something hits me from behind and throws me to the ground. I get up and stare at the man. I can feel it. I just know that I know this man. I am torn. But I have orders, and no matter how much it kills me, I have to kill him. I grab my gun and shoot. He ducks behind his shield, but Romanov had fired my disregarded grenade launcher. It blew up the car right next to me. But it did not get me. I run off and call for back up. I knew they would take care of them. I just have to make it back to

'That damn mercenary! He got a reaction out of me.' I furrow my eyebrows together in vexation. 'I won't allow him to tease me like that again.' I sighed, remembering he was now personal bodyguard and I silently curse my father for insisting I have one. 'Now I'm stuck with him until they defeat the men from the west.. great.' I shaking my head, I clench my hand with determination. 'I'll show him his advances towards me are fruitless!'

Why him? Why stick by his side? Why not abandon him to the whims of the Clan, just as so many others he had once known as friends had done?

I see him walking in the corridor. Sometimes avoiding me. Sometimes I catch him gazing at me from afar. Sometimes we talk. Sometimes we don’t. But it wasn’t until that day when I knew that something new has taken shelter in my evil heart. It was almost ten past nine. It was a dark night when I was sitting on the doorstep of Kennedy’s porch. I couldn’t help but fidget a little with the tingling in my left palm. It was there, cutting the surface of my hand, penetrating through the skin to my palm. It was my knife. Some guy embedded it in there an hour ago when they jumped Kennedy to take his money. If I wasn’t there, we both might have ended up dead. I know I could’ve just killed them back then but I didn’t want to risk my counterpart’s life. I really didn’t care about saving him. I just cared about saving

Six and his father had been very close to one another, as Six respected and looked up to his father. His father taught him to take pride in his own nobility and empyrean bloodline, as well as value and develop his own intelligence through studies. Despite this closeness, Six had not been aware of his father’s illegal and corrupt actions. Eric Snow would promise his son of a bright future ahead of him, as he would begin negotiating with his close friend and great emperor, Jason Rose III on plans for Isaac to marry Emily. Isaac would then accompany his father at all times, allowing him to learn the ways of a nobleman and the daily activities of the government and empire. Preparing him for the possibility of becoming the emperor, and being close

Not wanting him to leave would be selfish for all the soldiers who died to get the Allies this far into the war. Knowing that he should go to fight even though I will miss him, I come to the realization that things happen for a reason and I put into my mind that when he leaves he will come back no matter what happens. Letting go of his waist, I step back and nod my head in approval. Everyone’s faces are plastered with an ear to ear smiles, deep down inside I do not want Josh to go.

It has been a few months since my last update. My prayers have been answered! Father is getting to come home! The war is over! The central powers surrendered to the allies. I cannot wait to see father again! I missed him so dearly. His homecoming arrival is a week from today. I thought that I would never get to see him again. I want father to hold me and never let go. This war has caused my family pain and agony, but I am thrilled that I get to see father again. Seeing him makes me forget all of the hardships of the war. I plan to move on from this terrible time and continue with life. I want to love my family and always keep them close. It is time to forget the war, and enjoy life. I want to move out of the

“I will hurry home the day the war ends,” Dad promised as he left the house the next morning. Our family believed that he would return to us, but it has been a month since the war ended, and he still has not arrived. Our next door neighbors, the