May Day Ball Journal Entry

A laughing puppy lit up as my ball ricochet away and into a pit. The machine exploded in a frenzy of blinking lights and bells, my score rolling upwards to 300,000. My sweaty palms on the side of the game awaited the ejection. I stared down the game, my lips pursed and eyes like knives. Around me, a bar. Hostesses brought drinks, and men and women talked. There was flirting, boozing, laughing, and chatting. People stood, sat, sang, slumped, and saturated. A rude, lewd, crude dude thought he was smooth and but blew it, on a girl with a bad tattoo. Rejected he rolled his eyes to find a new girl to fail with. But not I. No, I waited until the ball shot out. And I didn’t register a thing around me. And then it did but I saw my dream of beating

Winthrop begins his account by establishing the setting of the parade and by describing the overall mood surrounding the event. He explains that the “the parade to send the men off to war included an “enormous crowd of every age and condition…[with] all kinds of truculent and patriotic hopes” (5-6), which could be seen as they passed the “Astor Library” (11). He includes the detail “of every

”At the time of the attack I was in my room shaving. The word was passed "Away Fire and Rescue Party;" just as I was leaving my room the second word was passed for all hands to man their General Quartets Stations closely followed by a shock of a hit. I glanced at my clock as I was leaving my room and noticed the time was a few minutes before 8:00 A.M. I started for my station in Radio Central; as I was passing along the third deck up a port ammunition passageway, I felt two more hits. The lights went out in the passageway except for one battle light and two panel lights in the boat crane machinery space. By the time I reached the compartment abreast the armory the ship had picked up a ten to fifteen list to port; there were a couple of battle lights on in this compartment. Water and oil were bubbling up along the junction of the bulkhead and deck of the electrical work shop, port side”(D.L. Westfall)

Beginning my love of reading an early age, I was never the type of child who was drawn to fictional stories. As an 8 year-old child in West Virginia, I was recognized by the local library for my love of biographies, autobiographies and recollections of world events. This love has continued throughout my adult life, desiring to read novels such as “We Were Soldiers Once…and Young” by Lt. Gen. Harold G. Moore rather than watch the major motion picture “We Were Soldiers” starring Mel Gibson. Even though the motion picture received multiple awards, when reading the recollection of Mr. Moore’s accounts, the feeling of loss, distress, anxiety and fear can be felt in each word that he has written while reliving this horrendous war.

The grey sky hung close to 16-year-old Ed and the other soldiers as they stood, lined up in the trench. Rain poured heavily over their helmets, draining into the mud. The French sun hid hazily in the smog-covered sky. THUD THUD THUD, cannons pounded shells through the air, towards the Germans.

Carrie described the shelling of her house and hiding in the cellar during the Siege of Atlanta, which she recorded throughout all of August 1864. “We had to go in the cellar often out of the shells. How I wish the federals would quit shelling us so that we could get our and get some fresh air.” Almost every day, Carrie detailed how much shelling there was, from none to “not many” to “shells in abundance. We averaged one every moment during the night.” On August 22nd, Carrie and her family moved to safer quarters in downtown Atlanta, and she rejoiced in having a larger cellar to hide in.

At the headquarters of the Louisiana National Guard, located in the lower 9th ward, the soldiers were not yet aware that the canal levees were giving way. The Guard’s commander

The following case study will be about the Battle of Antietam that took place on September 17, 1862 in Sharpsburg, Maryland along the Antietam Creek. Known as “…the bloodiest single day in American History,” by the end of the day there would be approximately twenty-three thousand casualties of which forty-five hundred to six thousand were dead. The first topic of discussion will be on the history leading up to the morning of the seventeenth in order to establish the mindset of the commanders on both sides of the creek. After the stage is set for the battle the dialogue will be guided through the three major battles of the day that encompass the Battle of Antietam. Lastly the dissertation will wrap up the Battle of Antietam and focus

After walking an hour, they finally came to a place where they would rest. They weren’t sure where they were, but when their mother had seen some signs she immediately yelled excited, “Oh, this is where your aunt’s house should be. We could stay here until we find ourselves a proper house!”

It seemed that the tell were accurate concerning the American swaddy gait in and serving us all. One Time, while I was working out in the room, we all had heard it. The sound of engines that pertain to planes and qualifier and other vehicles would coming towards the cantonment. Today was the day, we were traveling to deliver. As sound were born, us girls would move to a safe spot. Of progress, not all of us had made it, the shootings and the bombs would capture some of our lives, but not mine... I was awesome, or so I hoped. As a few U.S. Troops had found us all concealment in a back predicament behind one of the many buildings in this tent we were commonly in, he'd show us the endangered march to the deal... We were all protect. Sitting in

It was Spring of 1992: Bill Ruther was sitting on an arm chair at a local coffee shop in New York City, he was waiting for his coffee and bagel that he had ordered. While he was waiting he decided to read a magazine and think of what his day might bring. Bill is a D-day veteran one of the survivors, he has tried to avoid and erase that brutal day from his memory.

Awaiting the young hero's return the goddess couldn't help but stare off rather absent minded as the thoughts of the previous entangled within her brain. How would he react upon seeing her after all this time? Better yet, how would see? Seeing her beloved after such a long period of time; if made her heart beat nearly from the confines of her chest. A long sigh escaped her lips while the wafting smell of siring fish danced along the airwaves of the small one bedroom apartment, just across from the kitchen sat a table set for two with a rose in the center. It was romantic; she hoped. Dressed in a little black cocktail dress, and up-class converse green wedges. The lack of heels were, if only secretly a backup plan should he return with another

With his wife in a great mood, and eagerly anticipating a romantic dinner, the ride to Zefferelli's proceeded smoothly, and they exchanged conversation with ease. When they entered, Tom held the door open, then placed his arm around her waist, and his heart swelled with pride at the admiring glances she attracted. His wife.. Tom, whose dark gray suit had crumpled a little, and lilac tie come un-knotted, didn't receive the same appreciative reception, however, he'd caught a glance of himself in the window and

Raising Action: When the war was getting big and house and town were getting burned.

In order to inform families about the death(s) of their loved one(s) an officer from the Navy or Army would go to the family’s home and provide them with the solemn news. Ferrara’s recollections amidst and following the war attest to the manner in which one should put life in perspective. As students, we often feel as if the stresses of our lives are grim and unbearable. However, when one understands how Willie Ferrara managed to remain calm while her husband risked his life overseas, it is easy to discern how simple it is for us to exaggerate the negative aspects of our