Letter From A Soldier's Position At The Western Front

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“GAS! Gas! Quickly men!” I remember that day like it was yesterday. The new recruits were training and were trembling in their boots. Sergeant Williams they called me. I was the officer in charge of B company, preparing them to protect themselves from the mustard gas bombs they would encounter in the trenches. “GAS! Gas! Quickly men!” I would roar like a great lion and they would rush to get their masks on.

I don’t know what i’m thinking. What I want to do is very dangerous and could get me killed. I’m a three month pregnant girl who wants to keep my child but jewish children are being round up by the nazis and sent to “children camps” to be trained and re-educated, I have no idea what to do so I tell my best friend, Lena, she tells me to tell Siegfried. The only thing about that is that i'm scared for his reaction, he is a nazi soldier who is by law not supposed to be fraternizing with me, however I promised myself that when he comes back from his delivery detail I will tell him. Siegfried then comes back and I tell him that I am pregnant, he tells me that everything will be ok and that we will take things day by day. I believe him when he tells

I will protect him and keep him in company, do not worry. Excitement fills my body as I think about my first upcoming battle, it might sound sinful. But I am thrilled. I pray that God will forgive me as I will probably take a few lives while fighting. I do feel a sense of guilt and confrontation as I am meant to take the lives of my fellow brothers. If only they hadn’t rebel. I find this new experience exhilarating, but. My heads seems to spin at the thought of dying. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid, because, I fear the pain of

The text begins with Private Ernst Junger 's arrival in Champagne, France on December 27th, 1914, just shy of twenty years old. Junger had “ran away from school to enlist in the Foreign Legion,” (1) and was about to begin his career in the military that would change his life forever. In the beginning, he describes the grey December sky and the “breath of battle” (5) that blew across the soldiers, stirring up fear, uncertainty, and a realization of their fate. Each soldier had a unique background: some students, others factory workers, eventually

It is obvious that different circumstances would dictate that every person involved in the First World War would have different experiences. This concept is exemplified in the works of two different soldiers, Ernst Jünger, and Erich Remarque; both German, both coming into adult (they were 19 and 18 years of age, respectively, when they joined the war), both fighting on the Western Front. However, the stark contrast in their different opinions about the war may perhaps have been a reflection of their expectations going into the war. At the same time, their different accounts serve to give audiences an understanding of the whole of Europe 's feelings towards the war during the different time periods the authors had joined in the war effort.

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.

Ars Moriendi The complete ensemble gathers to pray and mourn Pius’ passing. Tone is drumming like a military march to symbolize the start of WWI. A bells tolls throughout. Pius sings with labored breath, taking air after every phrase.

World War I changed the landscape of Europe, particularly France, like no war had ever before. The memoir, A Life of Her Own, depicts the experiences of Emilie Carles, a politically active French women. The memoir depicts the country’s history throughout, not only World War I, but most of the 20th century. Carles brother, Joseph, was caught in a German Prisoner of War camp for a good portion of the war. While there, he would write to the Carles and documented the horrors of war. The article A Republic of Letters: The Epistolary Tradition in France during World War I accurately demonstrates the letters exchanged between Joseph and his family throughout the duration of the war. The French economy needed an influx of workers to cope with the departure of abled bodied men while the war took place. For example, The Carles had to sacrifice any leisure time they had to deal with losing another worker on the family farm. These workers were replaced by immigrants. The impact of these new laborers is documented in Workers in France during World War I. The story of Emilie Carles and her family was just one of many examples of families that were dismantled emotionally and economically due to World War I.

The anonymous author of this letter had firsthand knowledge of the events he wrote home to his friend about. The letter was a few depictions of some war situations the author had been directly involved in, and showed very little bias. The only bias introduced was a direct result of the author being at war with Germany. The author used the slang names associated with dehumanizing the enemy he was entrusted to kill, in order to emotionally detach himself from what had to be done (1,2,3). One other small amount of bias displayed is for his unit; he feels his division would go down in history as second to none for their war efforts (1). Being a member of that division, he would naturally be biased.

“We are at rest five miles behind the front.” (Remarque 1). Sadly, this is not the closest a soldier will get to the front in a time of war and necessary reinforcements. Paul Baümer, a nineteen year-old schoolboy, along with with a troop of friends, is fooled into enlisting for the German Army during the vicious World War I. The warfront is no joke, as the teens had imagined. Their schoolmaster back home, Kantorek, spent countless hours presenting the importance of fighting for the Fatherland Germany. The naïve teens fell for the trap, learning that, “the front”, as is mentioned countless times in All Quiet On the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque, is no game, but a struggle for survival, as the soldiers not only battle against enemy troops,

In Ernest Hemingway’s short story, “Soldier’s Home”, a young man named Krebs is unable to relate to his mother and home life after he returned from the First World War. After Krebs saw death and destruction in the wars most bloody battles, he returns home where his parents try to get him back to his normal routines. His view of the world has changed drastically since the war. He no longer feels love in his heart and cannot lie to his mother when she asks if he loves her. One of the famous lines Hemingway wrote, “Krebs looked at the bacon fat hardening on his plate.” Like bacon his heart has been hardened by what he had seen in World War I and he knew he must get far away from his parents to be able to get his life back

Your key challenge in a leadership position is taking care of the Soldiers entrusted to your care. Soldiers are our nation’s most important military asset. The Leader who sends the message that Soldiers don’t really matter will generally not be as successful in the long-run as the Leader who is genuinely serious about taking care of his/her Soldiers.

This is not a true letter, this is an english thing where we have to write a letter to our parents saying goodbye from the holocaust.

During World War I, trench warfare was very common. It was a newer technique in battles as in wars prior to the Great World War, fighting was less invasive and men merely marched at each other from opposite ends of fields and fought until only one side remained standing or a white flag was hung high in surrender. In fact in older wars, the fighting was far less dangerous to the point where battles were often times viewed by locals who watched from side lines with really no threat of getting hurt. In World War I however, the fighting had upscaled to the most sadistic type the world had ever experienced. With the industrialist wave that had overcome us in the late 1800s into