The stone streets were a veil at this time of night, with who knows how many menacing horrors hiding behind the curtain. The lingering gas hovering over the ground was timid, dispersing at the sight of anyone who strayed near. The moon tried to pry into the city’s shadows, but it was too thick to cut. The buildings were nothing but faded memories: gray, eroded structures that once boasted splendor and beauty. Street rats, both rodent and human, scuttled about in the alleyways, knocking assortments over and fleeing if anyone walked past, just like the gas. A dog barked in the distance. Car horns blared on 5th Avenue nearby. Tank sighed. No place like home. The muscular man strolled through the ominous area, oblivious to threats that were hiding …show more content…
Tank despised the stench, whether it was the reek of the dead, the unwashed bodies of allied soldiers, or the ever drifting faint scent of gunpowder. Then there was the ground. The landscape was naturally beautiful before the war. However, the digging of trenches, the explosive detonations, the hidden landmines, and the piles of bodies made you learn real quick to watch your step. Supplies were lacking. Often soldiers only had a meal a day, and the broth served barely sustained any nutrients. Too many nights were spent watching for any stealthy assassins ready to wreak havoc on the camps, and those who were allowed to sleep stayed awake out of fear. You also learned to sleep wherever, whether it was a foxhole, trench, or sometimes even a tree branch. Every month a gunship would escort cargo that would help scrape the fighters by, but the interval between each drop was filled with complaints and brawls. At one point in the standoff, soldiers were too exhausted to smart off; sunken, sleep deprived eyes staring off into space. Enough adrenaline was fueled in their bodies when the fights started and reignited at that time to make them hyperactive the rest of their lives. Adrenaline was the safest way Tank could forget about his surroundings, and focus on his primary instinct:
to go and as they like the British only really have a Navy as they
During the years between 1840 and 1890, the land west of the Mississippi River experienced a wild and sporadic growth. The natural environment contributed greatly to this growth spurt and helped shape the development of the trans-Mississippi west. The natural environment dictated and facilitated the development of the west by way of determining who settled where, how the people survived, why people wanted to settle, and whether they were successful or not.
The chapter begins with German soldiers at rest after fourteen days of fierce battle on the Western Front. A double ration of food has been prepared so the soldiers are eating their fill. Paul Baumer, the protagonist and narrator of the novel, watches in amazement as his friends, Tjaden and Muller, eat another helping; he wonders where Tjaden puts all the food, for he is as thin as a rail. Baumer is only nineteen years of age. He enlisted in the German infantry because Kantorek, his high school teacher, had glorified war and talked him into fighting for the fatherland. Kropp, Behm, and Leer, former classmates of Baumer, were also persuaded by Kantorek to join the infantry. They are all now fellow soldiers along with Tjaden,
A Stalemate on the Western Front A stalemate formed on the Western Front due to four main reasons, one
life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces…We are cut off
Erich Maria Remarque’s literary breakthrough, All Quiet on the Western Front, describes two stories. It meticulously chronicles the thoughts of a soldier in World War I while simultaneously detailing the horrors of all wars; each tale is not only a separate experience for the soldier, but is also a new representation of the fighting. The war is seen through the eyes of Paul Baumer whose mindset is far better developed in comparison to his comrades’. His true purpose in the novel is not to serve as a representation of the common soldier, but to take on a godly and omniscient role so that he may serve as the connection between WWI and all past and future melees of the kind. Baumer becomes the
Jimin wakes up to the sound of explosions and fire. A thousand and some men meet their demise each day, and Jimin prays at night he’s not one of them. The war rages around him, and he gets off the make-shift bed to get changed into his gear to help out. He caps the patterned helmet and looks at himself in the mirror. His reflection stares back, sad and weary, a youth gone wrong. He smears camouflage onto his face, high on his cheekbones until there is nothing left of him but an empty vessel of war.
Why The Stalemate on the Western Front Was Broken The Following Were Equally Important Reasons Why The Stalemate On The
Soldiers lost their innocence the moment they stepped onto the battlefield. They become so numb to the horrors of the war, which no longer feel a sense of
In the words of Otto Von Bismarck, “Anyone who has ever looked into the glazed eyes of a soldier dying on the battlefield will think hard before starting a war.” Many of the preceding war novels to All Quiet on the Western Front, misrepresented or overlooked the anguish of war, in favor of more resplendent ideals such as glory, honor, or nationalism. The predominant issue of All Quiet on the Western Front is the terrible atrocities of war. The reality that is portrayed in the novel is that there was no glory or honor in this war, only a fierce barbarity that actually transformed the nature of human existence into irreparable, endless affliction, destroying the soldiers long before their deaths.
Throughout history, there has always been war, in which survival has been one of the most important aspects. For an individual soldier fighting for a cause, the need for survival is vastly heightened. In the novel All Quiet on the Western Front camaraderie plays a huge role in helping the soldier survive for several reasons; sanity, sense of understanding, and to be at ease. This seemingly small aspect of a soldier's life can be very important and as Lake Bell puts it “The finest lesson I've learned with age is that all I need is a small team of comrades who inspire me, try not to judge me, and remind me when I'm judging myself.”
At night, dogs prowled the streets, their heavy paws slamming against the cold, hard concrete. Their masters holding them from behind, restraining them from running away wild, rampaging along the quiet city. The civilians called them the Guards, always roaming the streets, keeping us “safe”. The city itself was dark, bleak and dying. The smell of pollution wafted throughout the buildings and roads.
World War I was the result of leaders' aggression towards other countries which was supported by the rising nationalism of the European nations. Economic and imperial competition and fear of war prompted military alliances and an arms race, which further escalated the tension contributing to the outbreak of war. One cause of the World War was militarism, which is a policy in which military preparedness is of primary significance to a situation. Another cause of the World War was nationalism. Nationalism is the pride and devotion form one towards his/her country. It played a great part in the causes of World War 1 because citizens wanted to stand up for their country, and fight for them. The third
The soldiers quickly learn that training camp is useless; you learn everything you need to know in battle and in the heat of the moment. In the movie they showed the kids coming into war fresh out of training camp. They were probably about my age, or even younger. One of the older soldiers saw them, then looked at the trucks and saw it filled with coffins and said, “Headquarters was even nice enough to send us stuff to fill them with,” while he was motioning towards the newcomers. In war the space in between your trench and your enemies was called no man’s land. In no man’s land it was infested with lice, flesh eating rats, and flies. Sometimes the soldiers would walk out while they were at their turn at offense, and rats would crawl out of the eye sockets of dead bodies eating the eyeballs of their fallen comrades. There was death and unsanitary conditions everywhere.
I am contacting you as a foot soldier on the Western Front, where I am currently stationed somewhere along the German-French front (exact location unknown). I am reaching out to you, as a dedicated soldier devoted to serving his country and providing optimal living conditions for its people. As a dedicated soldier devoted to serving his country, I think it best that we concede to the war that is depriving Germany of her happiness. Germany’s people are on edge, whether it be from the countless number of brothers, sons, and fathers dropping off in the battle field, or the tough economical times that are settling over the peaceful population. They have done nothing but tend to their belongings and prepare supplies for the war, yet they too feel the wrath that this great war deals (Anders). I fall into the category of many other soldiers whom I fight alongside. We have had no past, nothing to fall