How To Write An Essay About The Day When I Come Out In The Trenches

It has been quite some time since I have last seen you. If all goes well, hopefully I will be able to see you again! People are dying all around me and I fear I may be next. I thought that I would write to let you know that I am fortunately well but there are many things that have been troubling me.

Being in these trenches are not only dark, wet and smelly, but there are rats everywhere. These rats are not normal size they are the size of cats. They feed off of the dead bodies in the trenches. One of my fellow cabin mates is in charge of killing the rats. Yesterday I witnessed a rat eating his way through a human body while that person was still alive. These rats are causing as much stress as the Germans. Rats are not the only pests in the trenches. Another pest is lice. I cannot stop itching my head and body. The lice have affected everyone. I hope this letter finds you well. Please pray for me. Your son

War can be defined as “an active struggle between competing entities. It’s truly hard to tell who is right or wrong during a war. Both sides are fighting for what they believe in and what is true to their heart. In the end there is always two things promised – destruction and death. These two objects can explain the result in every facet of war from the physical to emotional.

Description of Life in the Trenches You might be thinking that life in trenches was non-stop death, violence, and pain. But have you ever thought about why? Or what do soldiers do in their trenches when they're not fighting or dying? Do you always trust sources when you read them? Do you always believe what they say on television documentaries?

Many authors have written war stories and about the effects of war on a person. Two of these writers are Tim O'Brian and Ernest Hemingway. O'Brian wrote "How to Tell a True War Story"; and Hemingway wrote a short story called "Soldier's Home". Both of these stories illustrate to the reader just what war can do to an average person and what, during war, made the person change. The stories are alike in many respects due to the fact that both authors served time in the army; O'Brian in the Vietnam War and Hemingway in WWI. However, the stories do have differences due to the slightly different themes and also the different writing techniques of the authors.

As you know I am writing to you from the trenches of the western front in France. The United States of America joined this heinous war in the spring of nineteen hundred seventeen. We joined the fight because of the sinking of the Lusitania and when the German Kiaser sent the note to Mexico to convince them to put themselves against us to assure we will not go to war in Europe. That did not go through because the economic condition of Mexico is not that good enough to fight in a war with the United States.

It is March first, I miss you so much it is unbearable. Sleeping can be awful out here in the trenches only because I want to be home in a comfy bed again safe and sound where war isn’t the only thing on my mind. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I can’t breathe because I dream someone has invaded our trenches and shot me. It isn’t easy being out here but if it means fighting for you then it is what I will do.

Men have always viewed a love or need for a woman as a weakness. This is especially true in the U.S. military, where violence is sexualized and women are viewed as unnecessary. In a way, this is done to make life in the army easier because their are no women in the majority of their time. During an occupation, the local women have to incur the wrath of men trained to see them as something below human. Tim O'Brien exemplifies this in his novel, If I Die in a Combat Zone, where the soldiers in Vietnam mistreat the women used for sexual purposes like strippers and prostitutes, yet treat women in the villages as if they were their mothers. Soldiers at war, far away from the women in their lives, leads

The war has been dragging on for far longer than predicted. Life in the trenches is dreadful. The constant bombardment from the enemy causes many to run and hid, along with many getting what we are calling shellshocked. We use it to describe when one can’t move with no visible injury or when they mentally can’t fight. But the worst has to be the rats, the rats are over the size of our house cats, we call them corpse rats for the soul reason that the rats eat the dead that laid in no man's land. Some of us shoot them for sport. The lice and trench foot is minor. But the Storm Troopers that we’ve been hearing about are fighting, their lightning quick attacks that demolish the line is one thing I don’t want to see. I hope Erik is okay, and well.

turning my head again I saw Simon dive to my aid. He did not utter a

In this essay, I will discuss how Tim O’Brien’s works “The Things They Carried” and “If I Die in a Combat Zone” reveal the individual human stories that are lost in war. In “The Things They Carried” O’Brien reveals the war stories of Alpha Company and shows how human each soldier is. In “If I Die in a Combat Zone” O’Brien tells his story with clarity, little of the dreamlike quality of “Things They Carried” is in this earlier work, which uses more blunt language that doesn’t hold back. In “If I Die” O’Brien reveals his own personal journey through war and what he experienced. O’Brien’s works prove a point that men, humans fight wars, not ideas. Phil Klay’s novel “Redeployment” is another novel that attempts to humanize soldiers in war. “Redeployment” is an anthology series, each chapter attempts to let us in the head of a new character – set in Afghanistan or in the United States – that is struggling with the current troubles of war. With the help of Phil Klay’s novel I will show how O’Brien’s works illustrate and highlight each story that make a war.

These past couple of weeks haven’t so been easy for me. I know I went through a lot at home, but the stress is even worse here. The trenches are horrible, the fighting is horrible and the food is horrible! The trenches are muddy, cold and just horrendous. It smells like rotting dead bodies everywhere I go. Every hour, there’s a grenade flying over my head and I know that my luck is running out. There’s going to be a time when I am not going to be able to pick the grenade up fast enough to throw it over the trench. That isn’t even the worst of it. A bunch of my comrades and I are coming down with trench foot. Our feet are swollen, cut up, wet, cold, muddy and disgusting. I’m hoping the war will end fast enough so that I won’t have to get my legs chopped off. And you

I am very afraid. I have been so close to dying so many times. This is not anything like they said war was like and I am afraid that I will never see you again. I miss you all very much. The list of things I wouldn’t do to see you all again is nonexistent. Mother, I miss your cooking and your ability to always make me laugh. However, above all, I miss you tender kisses and your beautiful smile. Father, I miss your constant advice. I also miss the way that I felt when you hugged me. I felt so safe and protected. I miss my sisters dearly. I miss Gabriella’s laugh and her jokes. I miss Camilla’s hugs and her positive outlook on life. I could use a bit of that positivity. I even miss her spunky attitude and her constant whining. I miss Michelle’s

“No! Please! Elizabeth!” I could hear my mother screaming my name, being held back by doctors and nurses, as I was taken away from the hospital by the Patrol. It was May 17, 2070, the day of my birth, and I had just been separated from my sole and biological family. I was taken to a room down the hall and placed in a gigantic tube that flickered with bright lights. Exasperated, I closed my eyes and lay on the floor of the tube. Suddenly, there was a loud beeping noise and when I opened my eyes, the noise was gone—but so was the hospital.

Thanks for writing to me and my brothers some time back. I hope Chester is O.K. I just wanted you to know what’s happened to us since we joined the army. This is an awfully bloody war, and we have been in the thick of it. I have never seen so many dead and wounded soldiers. I guess I’m one of the lucky ones. I had one of my legs hurt so bad they had to cut it off below my knee. I had a good doctor and my nurse is just wonderful. They are going to send me to a larger hospital in a couple of days that is further behind the lines. Freddie was with me during the battles and was stabbed in the back by a rebel soldier. I was able to save him by getting a medic on the battle field to get him to a field hospital. I think he will be O.K., but his right