John Hanstrange Research Paper

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

During the bloody massacre there was a legend of a drummer boy named Johnny Clem. He ran away from home to join the army against the confederates. On the night of the tale the boy turned 14 in a peach field. when a confederate attacked his unit Johnny shot and killed him. Johnny

The Civil War was the bloodiest war in American history. It started April 12, 1861, and ended May 9, 1865, in spite of the fact that many believed it would end up shorter. Because of the war, many workers left their homes and jobs to become soldiers. One enlisted soldier from Norwich, Vermont was named Daniel Currier; a farmer that left his home to the treachery of war. Daniel Currier was a soldier who trained to enter battle, nonetheless, it was not the exciting adventure he most likely expected, he probably expected to battle with the South. Even when he did get onto the battlefield, it was more horrific than he would have ever thought After this horrifying encounter with war he decided to and headed back home to his loving family and work as a farmer. As the following describes, war is not pleasant, and coming home can be comforting.

Bulimba's Oxford Street is everything that Darlinghurst's isn't. You're more likely to encounter a baby stroller and weak coffee than a severe brain injury and cheap amphetamines.

“FIRE!” the captain screamed. The battle was at a draw with both the British and Americans firing volley after volley of lead at each other. The air was filled with smoke, the screams of dying men, and rumble of artillery near by. Then, all of a sudden the British pulled back and headed to their camp. The Americans were also heading back to their camp. The battle had started 2 days ago and both sides couldn’t break each other’s hold on the other. Both generals didn’t know what to do, but both vowed to never surrender.

John is a noble man, I am sure of it. He’s been with me ever since I arrived at camp, and stayed by my side ever since. He is aiding me in my quest of bringing some sense into our General and showing Lee to stay in line. Though I would never have thought it would turn into a duel between the 2… It started out as a simple argument between John and Lee, but when Lee insulted Washington, John challenged him to a duel. I am, of course, John’s second, while Lee called on his comrade Major Evan Edwards, brother of Washington’s surgeon Dr. Enoch Edwards. That’s how I find myself somehow waiting in Philadelphia in the blistering cold on Christmas Eve.

It’s time for role call!” screamed the general’s right hand man. The officers and soldiers took their places as their names were called in alphabetical order. The drummer boy took his place in line and straightened out his back. They reached the last name of the list and not a sound was heard. This was it, they were going to fight, people were going to die. The boy adjusted his drum one last time and re gripped his drumsticks, finding the general’s kind eyes in the crowd. The general called out an order, “Move out”! Putting on a brave face and thinking back to all the words of encouragement the general had offered, the drummer boy took the first step to his destiny. Though many would die, he would remain strong. He would not allow anything to get to him when he had an entire army counting on his abilities. He knew, if he failed, the militia would fall with

Vernon Johns was born in April 22, 1892 in Darlington Heights (Prince Edward County), Virginia. He went on to Oberlin College after high school to pursue a degree in divinity. In 1948, he became the 19th pastor of the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church in Montgomery, Alabama. Johns has the ability to speak and read several different languages. He was a community activist who loved helping African-American girls who had been raped by white men and bring them to justice.

The 1860s was a time where young boys were stripped away their youth and innocence and force to grow up way too fast. Many battles were fought during this time period, fields were scattered with lifeless bodies of young boys who never got to experience life. An historical fiction titled, “The Drummer Boy of Shiloh”, by Ray Bradbury gives us a clear insight of a confused young boy whose youth was ripped away from him. The story evolves around an adolescent male named Joby, who questions his purpose and bravery the night before a big battle. He believes that except from his drum, he has no one else. It’s not until his General comes along that night does he truly gain his confidence. He starts to finally realize just how important he can be to

Are you serious.NO ONE even knows who I am!!!.I mean like to be honest;do YOU even know who John Alden is?(no)HUH?,EXACTLY what i’m talking about.SOOOO anyways that’s what i’m right here in Northview Elementary teaching YOU who John Alden is,so let’s get to it.

John Vincent Atanasoff was the son of Ivan Atanasov (father) and Iva Lucena Purdy. He was born on October 4, 1903 in Hamilton, New York, U.S. and died on June 15, 1995 in Frederick, MD. After JVA was born his father Ivan Atanasoff moved the family down to florida. In his early schooling years he graduated from a two room schoolhouse, and then later attended middle school and high school. JVA had many siblings. He had three sisters, and four brothers. So we can say he was a part of a big family.

He loved to be outside and looking at nature and organisms in nature. He loved nature and wouldn’t stop looking at it. He also loved rock, fossils, and plants he collected them. He became friends with professors from Cambridge University, Adam Sedwick and John Henslow. They helped him learn about nature and geology. They were good friends cause they both had the same interest in nature and geology. At this point he knew he was going to stick with geology cause its interesting and his mother taught him how to change the colors of flowers by colored water. Hid dad hasn’t given up on what he wants Darwin to

It was November 3rd, 1864 in Greensboro Alabama. Cold and snowy on a Sunday morning. I looked outside and noticed the cotton fields covered with snow and turned to Master Lee and said "Sir, it's snowing what are we going to do about the field". He looked at me with a smirk on his face and began to laugh as he said "Why you worried about the damn snow, get to washing my clothes". As I walked away in silence, heading up the steps to get the dirty clothes I noticed little Johnny in the room crying. "Little Johnny what's the matter, I said as I stood outside his bedroom door". But little Johnny didn’t respond. He didn’t even bother to look up at me, so I walked out and went on to wash the clothes.