Francine Marion In The Army

The 442nd Regimental Combat Team was a segregated U.S. Army. They fought in World War II. It was made up of Japanese Americans that were from the Mainland and Hawaii. The men from Mainland thought that the Hawaiians didn’t speak English very well. There was a conflict between both groups and got sent to a detention camp. The 442nd learned about teamwork very fast. They decided they would complete every assignment that came their way. Frank Hachiya wrote a letter to his 8th grade teacher before he was killed. In addition, he talked about all his regrets in life and how he wasted most of his time. At his funeral, his teacher read the letter.

Charley wanted to join the war. The second he got in all he did was complain. Charley said the food was horrible. To Charley the things they did were not war material. Until, finally soldiers went on a train ride to their first battle. Charley and the other soldiers got paid for the first time. Charley sent some money to his mother and brother. Then, finally they arrived at their battle field. Charley was positive that he was going to die. Charley didn't want to shot a people.

When Jeff returned, the army broke camp and started the long march to Springfield, Missouri. The sergeant was Millholland, who Jeff liked much more than Clardy. The next evening they camped 25 miles away from Springfield. When Jeff shot his gun to clean it, he got arrested and was taken before Clardy. As his punishment, he got all-night sentry duty. The battle was going to be at Wilson's Creek, Missouri. The north planed to attack the rebels at dawn and by surprise. They failed to surprise the rebels, lost hundreds of men and the battle. The day after the battle, Jeff had to report for ambulance duty. The field hospital was 2 large gray tents thrown together in a clump of trees. When Jeff was scanning the field of people, he saw lots of dangerously injured people, none of them looked happy

The next morning, groggily, John and his new friend woke up to the triumphant yells of generals. The grass was damp from the night before for it had rained a thunderous rain. John’s general, General Hartford, was a stern looking man and didn’t like goofing off at all. Every time a soldier peeped a word while marching he would hit them with the end of his sword and tell them to stop talking. John marched alongside his new friend and didn’t say a word. After hours of marching they took a break and ate a small lunch of an apple and very watered-down soup. Once John started his bowl of soup a large boy walked over. He was about the age of twenty-three and had a messed up smile and didn’t talk clearly. He yelled, “Gimme your soup or I’ll beat you

The women were told to take over the men’s work when the men left for war. Some

Promoted the first woman, Barbara Connett, to the rank of sergeant. She later became a captain.

The century has seen such remarkable characters as Dorothea Dix, who helped women in jails, Margaret Fuller, who advocated that women could pursue any career they want and Elizabeth Blackwell, the first female doctor in the US.

I believe the the British fired first in the text it says “lay down your arms, you d***** rebels, or you

Back in our bedrooms, the girls are busy trying to put together clothes to wear to the prison. Our frantic search for an outfit is interrupted as Ally walks into our bedroom, the one and only bedroom that is shared by ten girls, and starts listing off the rules that the prison has on clothing. “No white, no blue, no black, nor gray clothing.” She says, while scanning her eyes, that interlock with all the girls briefly. Doing so, she verifies that all the girls are in agreement with her, or at the least understand what she is saying. Resuming her little speech, she continues with an authoritative voice and says, “This is a prison, girls take it seriously. They will, without a second thought restrict from entering and will restrain you outside

Can women be important heroes of the society? Kathryn Sullivan proves that they can be by portraying some heroic traits throughout her vocation as an astronaut and in other science related fields such as being the president of the Center of Science and Industry (COSI) in Columbus, Ohio. The traits that portray her as an epic hero are her having ideals of a nation, being courageous and being larger than life.

It was a big room with a very high ceiling and fluorescent lights, and it was very noisy. There were many women already hard at work with many men standing around them observing their work. As she made her way through to her section, every guy stopped, turned and stared at her. She felt awkward with everyone’s eyes on her; she felt like she wasn’t supposed to be there and wanted to turn around and leave. She regretted her decision to take this job, but still wanted to add to the war effort. She finally made it to her assigned section and began to speak to what she assumed was her instructor. “Hello, I’m Dorothy and I am ready to begin work.” she tried to keep a smile on her face, but when he laughed at her and threw some gloves at her, her smile faded. She put the gloves on and he handed her the riveting gun and the rivets. It looked as though he expected her to already know how to do the job. She just looked down at the machine in her oversized

One of the soldiers holds a weekly meeting with a few of the locals. Many of the men there were a perfect example to suggest the poverty of the region. One elder complains he has lost a cow. It's explained by one of the soldiers that the cow became tangled in razor wire and had to be put out of its misery. The man who lost his cow is offered the cow's weight in rice, beans and sugar.

“Hey, what’s up, are you ok?” I calmly said. “Well apart from the fact that I nearly got beaten to death by zombies, nothing much.” She replied back at me with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “Hah, a sense of humor, I like that in a girl. So what’s your name?” I asked. “It’s Jade-Anne, I know what you’re thinking, No-one has hyphenated names any more that's just weird.” Jade-Anne said back to me. “No it’s actually quite unique and pretty. By the way, I’m Calum, the one who killed all of the zombies for you.” I reply obviously. “Nice to meet you Calum and thank you. So why are you outside, it’s pretty dangerous.” Jade replied. “I should say the same thing to you, Jade. Can I call you that? But the reason is that my mates said that this week I have to fetch our survival supplies from our other base, all the way across town. Are you by yourself because, I don’t think the boys will mind having a girl around? I’m sorry I’m asking too many questions” I say finishing probably the longest

My mother was no longer the alchemist she was before, her inhibitive medication made sure of that. After her diagnosis, she seldom baked again, and hopefully, I could change that. To my cheerful surprise, she agreed - but with a catch. Although her medication had rendered her sedentary, her passion was anything but. To her, this contest wasn’t just a mere contest. No, this was war, and as a result, her boot camp was uncensored, unapologetic, and unforgiving. Our kitchen transformed into a combat zone, eggs were reengineered into improvised explosive devices, and whisks served as first-aid kits attempting to restore life into chunky batters. As a private with no experience on the front, I could barely absorb the fiery fervor my veteran comrade radiated, but I had zero complaints; the unmistakable camaraderie between alchemist and apprentice, veteran and cadet, and mom and son became my most valuable possession. With each failed bake, confidence grew in our hearts like rain watering a flower, one drop at a

Throughout our nation’s history, women have played an important role in the military. It has not been until recently however, that women have been able to fully