Eulogy For Alaska Tribe

Living with what I've done has never been harder, all the battles I've fought combined couldn't compare. I thought sleeping was difficult before but nothing can come close to this gloomy day. I lay next to my sleeping wife, mouth open slightly agape like a baby, as I stare at the ceiling seeing only red on my plain white walls. Seeing only red on my hands, the ones that once picked Banquo up in battle, and the same ones who will bury him today. I hear the echoes of curious voices questing why he is gone, questioning me...

I looked down at my yellow tunic and blue pants. Unlike other soldiers around me, I didn’t have armor. Our commander slowly brought us to a stop in front of what appeared to be Constantinople, the city we sought to take over. We had been attacking the city for over a month and still we hadn’t made it past the protective wall. They laid a chain across the mouth of the Golden Horn to stop our ships from approaching the city. “Charge!” Our commander yelled from atop his white horse. I took off running with towards the walls. As we ran I smelled body odor, blood, and death. The sound of heavy breathing, crossbows being fired, swords clashing, and screams of pain filled my ears. Dead bodies littered the ground around us. As I neared the wall I threw the ladder I had in my hands against the wall and started to

I remember the smell, the sounds, the taste of blood. I remember seeing my comrades fall beside me, the sting of the cuts. The numbness as I fell alongside them, the sadness, the tears. The price of war, I believe my father said that to me before he died. I remember being lifted and carried, I remember a laugh. Then I felt my mind slowly becoming numb, and soon my mind was consumed by the darkness. Like a wildfire it spread from the farthest of places, destroying everything in its’ path. It was over, the war was lost, hope gone; at least until today….

When we reached the ridge I turned to look back. The rest of my troop carried on, mortified. But I continued to stare back. If I squinted, I could see two silhouttes against the settin’ sun, one large an’ one small. The large cradled the small one, bent over it as if weepin’. An’ the small ‘un, well it wasn’t movin’ at all. I felt a sob workin’ its way up ma throat, but I pushed it back down when I heard the commander walkin’ up behind me.

Today has been the most eventful day in all my life. I almost got my leg cut off, tried to kill myself, and became a war hero, in line to be promoted to Lieutenant. I cannot remember much from the first battle, in which I almost lost my foot, besides the blinding pain the came during it. I suspect the feeling will not leave me for the rest of my days. Pain so blinding I could not even manage a scream of pain. If was as if lightning had struck me and all the hornets in the world had decides that I was their worst enemy. The torture felt as if it had lasted for hours though only seconds after the attack I passed out and was dragged off of the battlefield. I woke up in the hospital tent, surrounded by bloody knives and surgery instruments, and looked outside to see what was to become my fate, a man hobbling along on one foot, being supported by tree branches alone.

Everything on the battlefield was silent, I felt as my brain blocked any unnecessary senses. What made up for my hearing was somewhat of a sixth sense. I felt every movement, every breath of the enemy as everything seemed to be in slowmotion. I mow through the enemies as they had their attention averted away from me. Rage fills me as I see many of them laughing while killing my squadron. They probably looked down on us for having a woman, and on me for being a woman trying to be a sniper. Little do they know, I would be the sniper that ended their life. They finally notice me after I've taken down approximately 5 of their units. I feel as calm as ever. I feel them pull the trigger and perfectly see the bullets come through and easily dodge them without wasting any energy. I easily take out 2 more. 3 more. This was all going easily, I feel as if the tables have turned I were the one looking down on them. Until I look up and despair fills me up from my head to my toes. On the building over stand Mo’, grinning before chucking a grenade onto my building. Kling. Kling.

I stiffened in horror, I felt the blood in my body just pause out of sheer terror of what was coming. I could hear my beating heart in my ears when the soldiers looked up as well, it almost seemed in slow motion when the bounty hunter lifted his gun. And shot the very branch I was standing on down, I was lucky to not have been hit with the bullet. But I was very, very unlucky getting caught. I felt the cold, harsh grasp of the metal shackles hug my wrists. The warm hunter's hand pressed on my small back, and I was forced forward. The other hand had hold of the shackle's chain. Everything I promised... Everything I hoped for, I felt it melt away into all but a sad dream as I was pushed the other way. I knew what was coming; a welcome back "home"... for

"My brother is the King of kings and Lord of lords who will rule France directly or indirectly. It's a question of how he will rule. If you will excuse me, I have a plane to catch."

This excerpt talks about the importance of glaciers in the perspective of Aboriginal Alaskans through their use of descriptive words, oral traditions, indigenous knowledge, as well as their past interactions with European settlers concerning the differences between how each side perceives nature. Where the aboriginal people think nature is an essential part of human life, the Europeans see it as a different entity, separated from humans. This difference, combined with the Little Ice Age which happened at the same time, led to “dramatic social upheaval”, readjustments and realignments of the original people, and the complication of new European migrants on the lives of the aborigines. This division that differentiates between nature and culture usually brings up debates about environmentalism,

Flashes filled my mind as the memories of the war welled up in my head, creating a spinning pool of grief and survivor's guilt. I could not forget the faces of my companions crying out for help, hoping to be saved by someone, anyone.

I will start this off by naming the differences of these tribes and explain.The environments differ because the Inuit tribe is in a arctic cold environment so that means it’s tough to get a food supply.

As a native Inuit of Alaska, I am exposed to many different conditions than others, and with very different styles and standards of living.

He leaped out of the plane. I stepped closer to the door and looked down at the scorched battlefield underneath me. I felt the dreaded tap on my back from the commander and knew that it was my turn to leap into the battlefield below. I could feel adrenalin making its way through out my body. I began sweating and felt sweat drip from my brow as I readied myself for the jump. He tapped me again telling me to hurry up. I leapt out and felt myself accelerate through the cold air before felling the sudden jolt as the parachute opened and slowed my decent. I felt weightless like a dandelion seed floating and being caught by the wind. I looked down and studied the violent battlefield that was approaching me slowly. I could see through the clear blue sky for miles but it was the same scene in every direction. Smoke, destruction and the eyesore of decimation all around. There were planes in the air and tanks on the ground and small figures that were men on the ground running. It looked just like a sand table in action. I could hear gunshots, ear piercing explosions from this height and mortars being fired. I could smell the strong smell of smoke from fires caused by explosives. As the ground got closer and the first of the paratroopers started to touch the ground I started to prepare myself for the coming landing. Seconds later the ground touched my feet before I swiftly undid my parachute and began to run toward the trench were I would meet with the rest of my squadron. I looked around for James my friend whom I had I last seen before he jumped out of the plane ahead, but I couldn’t see him. I tripped up whilst running and fell. I looked back to see what had tripped me

Kingston contrasts Maxine’s American education with stories told by her parents, for her edification, to demonstrate the opposing cultures found in her life. The beginning of the book starts with Maxine’s mother telling her about her ostracized aunt who had a baby with a random man instead of her husband. When the villagers raided out of discontent, her family “stood together in the middle of [their] house, in the family hall with the pictures and tables of the ancestors around [them], and looked straight ahead” (4). Maxine’s mother is implicating to Maxine that her actions don’t just affect her, but her entire lineage; that the family name is more important to protect than cherishing an individual. A recurring motif in Woman Warrior are ghosts,

I lead and directed air strikes. I dragged and carried dead and wounded men as I was being shot and blown up by hand grenades. Holding my own intestines. Bleeding out into unconsciousness. I was so immobile I was put in a body bag. I had to spit in the doctor face just to show him I’m alive. Everyone thought I was a goner, but I couldn't give up. I had to make you proud. I had to see the look on your face when I finally come home and show you my medals. Show you what I've done and what I've accomplished. But when I did your look in your eyes didn't change. It never even altered. You weren't proud of me. That day you told me what I now tell every person that comes up to me and looks at me they way I wish you always did. The way I wish you always have. You told me that I'm not a hero. You told me that the real heroes are the soldiers that died for our country. You told me that I was simply doing what I was trained to do. And after that I knew that you'd never be proud of me. I knew that you'd never look at me as if I’m your beloved son. I knew that I had accomplished nothing to you. I wasn't able to eat or sleep. All I did was just sit there stuck in my wheelchair being haunted. Not by the gruesome