Essay On South Carolina Woods Alone

We have now begun on our journey to South Carolina. I can’t wait to arrive, though I am worried about the travel there. When we first set out, father spoke with James, Elizabeth, and I. He finally thought it was time to tell us about Lexington and Concord, I don’t think he knows I know so much about it already. Though he told us some things I was not aware of. He said that, even though the colonists lost so many men they still considered the battle a victory. This confused and surprised me, they thought this because they took a stand and upset King George the third.  And turns out that these two battles had started a revolutionary war! So the colonist are currently fighting for there freedom from the British. I hope the colonists win this war,

The quality of life on the Relief camps were horrible .Majority of the men working on these camps were broke and tired farm boys. These men were treated like salves. They would receive 20 cents a day for manual labor. A few of their tasks would include: widening a trail, putting in a culvert, or cutting and stacking wood. These jobs were very physically demanding and stressful on the body. The camps were run by the Department of National Defence, so the workers were under “army law”. So, the people in charge could say or do whatever they wanted. An 18 year-old who experienced a relief camp said “{We} were treated like dirt”. The only semi-positive thing about these relief camps were that they kept the workers well

means of survival only, family members were turning on each other. The prisoners turn cold

We have to sleep in 16’ by 14’ hut. There is twelve people per hut. We are all squished and uncomfortable. I don’t think a day has gone by that it has not been snowing here. My feet are frozen and cold. I am missing one of my fingers and cry myself to sleep wanting to be with my family. So now I have the choice to leave and through all of this in the end I get to go home. There is also frostbite, many of the men are having their feet, arms, and fingers being cut off. This is only a few of the awful thing happening here at Valley Forge.

Historian Watson interviewed a survivor of the Walnut Street Jail some years after the War's end. The veteran, Jacob Ritter, recalled that prisoners were fed nothing for days on end and were regularly targets of beatings by the British guards. The prison was freezing as broken window panes allowed snow and cold to be the only blankets available to the captives. Ice, lice, and mice shared the cells. Desperate prisoners dined on grass roots, scraps of leather, and "pieces of a rotten pump." Rats were a delicacy. Upward of a dozen prisoners died daily. They were hauled across the street and slung in unmarked trenches like carcasses from an abattoir.

Eliezer while being detained at the camp endured disturbing strategies used by the Nazis such as Death Marches, unrelenting Jobs , starvation, the occasional whoopings. The narrator in the story often received blows from the Kapos. As mentioned in the memoir,”The Kapos were beating us again, but I no longer felt the pain”( Wiesel 36).Normally the effect of a beating would have erupted emotions in Eliezer but the physical dehumanization that re occurs in the camp allows Eliezer to become numb to the pain, and this speaks to many other campers inside of the camp. On top of this, alongside the brutal beatings was the starvation that stretched a great length in time. In the memoi, the campers were fed miniscule portions of soup, bread and water and had minimal sleep and were forced to run hard long hours in any type of weather . I'm used to eating 3 meals a day regularly while Eliezer and the other concentration campers were lucky if they even had one. This reminds me how much I take for granted.I can give complete props to Eliezer because I could not withstand half the blows the narrator received, ru half the amount of miles he runs or be starved for that duration of time, and I truthfully wonder wonder his body was

The Appalachian Trail was also the product of a daydream atop Stratton Mountain, the brainchild of Benton MacKaye. MacKaye was an off-and-on federal employee, educated as a forester and self-trained as a planner, who proposed it as the connecting thread of "a project in regional planning." His proposal, drawing on years of talk of a "master trail" within New England hiking circles, was written at the urging of concerned friends in the months after his suffragette-leader wife killed herself. It appeared in the October 1921 edition of the Journal of the American Institute of Architects, at the time a major organ the regional-planning movement. MacKaye envisioned a trail along the ridge-crests of the Appalachian

In the most suitable cases, the soldiers had cabins, which were crude, small, and very unsturdy. In most instances, however, they got tents made out of canvas, which frequently ripped and did not help keep out cold in the dead winter. Because of this, many men got illnesses such as pneumonia, diarrhea, and dysentery. In fact, so many got sick that the hospitals were overflowing, even though each section had a hospital for itself. Some soldiers’ wives agreed to be nurses to help, but there were not enough medical supplies, so many died. Out of 12,000 men, 3,000 died and 2,000 left because they were sick.

With essentially nothing to live for and no reason to go on, many of the prisoners gave up

In document C it gives out a list of someone describing everyone and it says poor food - cold weather - nasty clothes - i can't endure it - why are we sent here to starve and freeze. These right here are just some of the severe ones they listed. This will give you an idea of how bad it was for them. These all show how bad and it kind of has a tone behind it that shows a little bit of quitting behind it and doubtfulness how they are all just kind of done with it and giving up.

Valley Forge did not have many warm clothes to go around for everyone despite the fact that it was 33 degrees fahrenheit outside. The soldiers had to live through the cold, without warmth and without food. “Tyranny, like hell is not easily conquered…”(Doc. D). Comparing the camp to “hell” shows the struggle and tough decision that soldiers had to make.

Spoiled beef and vegetables are poor provisions, Many walked the entire distance without shoes, barely clothed. It is told that, "Hateful soldiers prodded and kicked the old and sick on their march to the camps. Those who were too weak to keep up were left by the road without food to recover or die. Soldiers pricked friends and family with bayonets to keep them from turning back to help" (Brill, 45).

In Andersonville, GA, there was a 16.6 acre prison. The prison housed the Union soldiers captured by the Confederate Army during the Civil War. Reports from a man who entered the camp said the men whom were held as prisoners looked as if they were skeletons. People would ask questions such as, “Can this be hell?,” or “God protect us!” The prison was a rectangular style prison. In the center, approximately three or four acres, stood a swamp. The swamp was used as a “sink” for the prisoners. Around the edge of the swamp was excrements of the prisoners¬- the stench was suffocating. There was an area of the prison known as the “Dead Line,” a no man-zone. The prison was undersupplied with food, not only for the prisoners, but also for

I was in the Buchenwald camp when I heard about the defeat of the German Army at the Stalingrad. I was excited, and wished that I had witnessed the defeat in person so that I can laugh at the German soldiers. However, my imaginary laughter was halted when one of the guards hit the floor with a bat thrice, which means labor time. My role in the camp was to wake up before sunrise, work the entire day and starve. The camp is the most dreadful place I have ever encountered. Yet, this may not be true for the SS guards, who can visit the zoo or the brothel in the camp anytime they desire (Bergen “Chapter 7”). Fortunately, I was blessed with my skills I acquired in the Volkswagen, for it assigned me into one of the workshops that build war supplies for Germany. The starvation in the camp is intense, for a chunk of bread

Forest Hills Northern is an extremely diverse school. I consider myself lucky for being able to participate in activities such as our international fair, where students can open a booth for their home country and educate other students about their local culture and cuisine. I'm a strong believer in the idea that diversity is essential to having a good educational experience. I'm specifically seeking out schools that share my same ideals. I've also sought cultural experiences outside of traditional classwork. Last summer I took a backpacking course through the National Outdoor Leadership School in Washington. I met people from all over the country; some came from as far as California or Rhode Island. When you spend thirty days in the wilderness