My Experience In My Life

Surviving the war was not a matter of intelligently planned decisions, but a series of reactions triggered by primal instincts. The animal instincts within strong soldiers inhibited

I could see men falling in all sorts of strange ways and I couldn’t help but think about what jack had said. Then all an artillery shell from big Bertha fell between me and jack. As the world around my swirled in a storm of fire and shrapnel I knew that I wouldn’t see jack alive again and as the mud fell from the sky I found his broken body. After paying my respects to him I decided it was no time to start grieving so I started my mad as hell sprinting back up and charged into the dogged enemy lines. I dodged around the shell holes, jumped over the fallen, jinked and jived to dodge the bullets that were flying towards me, throwing myself flat whenever I heard the whine of big berthas shells and cringing at the screams of the injured. When I was 100 meters away from the German lines I fired my rifle blindly at them, after I ran out of ammo I slammed a new magazine in and charged once again. I raced over the top of the trench and felt hot blood spay on me as my bayonet dug deep into a Germans chest. I pulled it out and started fighting them alongside the rest of my battalion. By the time we had defeated al the Germans I was covered head to toe in their blood I thought “at least the rains will wash it out.” While I steadied myself against the trench walls I started crying all the horror of this battle and losing jack had left me torn on the inside as the reality of all that had happened dawned upon me. I was so upset I didn’t even notice the pig of a sergeant come up to me, “Oi soldier” he said in his pommy accent “go down that dugout and look for some supplies” so I did as I was told. Halfway into the dugout I felt the earth shake and heard a horrific BOOOOOOOM and as everything went black I couldn’t help but think “will I be joining jack up there in

Actions tested there ethical and moral values. After this point these soldiers have to cope with the cause and effect from their actions. Coping can cause mental illnesses, and addiction but also you can cope with these some things plus more things such as love, and mortality. This is the most important struggle that had to take care of for their survival. But why is this still relevant to today's society? Tim o’brien used many methods while writing this book to help the reader to understand the soldiers experiences and feelings throughout the war. These methods include imagery, repetition, hyperbole, metaphors, allusions, and many

A description of World War 1 veterans was given in a book written by Kardiner. The book recorded in detail how the veterans suffered and their bodies physically reacted the same way it did during the trauma of war. Some of the reactions include ducking, fighting, blowing up and some even froze (Kolk, Najavitis, 2013). These veterans were reliving the traumatic events they had actually encountered during

Undoubtedly, war can take a massive toll on one’s overall health. Although soldiers suffer horrific injuries during combat, their mind continues to take a beating behind the front lines. This concept is powerfully depicted in the novel Three Day Road by Joseph Boyden, where the lives of two soldiers, Xavier and Elijah, are profoundly changed forever both mentally and physically as a result of their experiences in the World War I. As the story progresses, their friendship and well-being begins to drastically deteriorate. Boyden effectively illustrates how Xavier and Elijah’s experiences on the front lines render them unable to go back to who they once were before the war.

Struggles of the Soldier War takes a toll on the mind, body, and soul. Throughout history, the soldier has struggled to push through the barriers war provides. There are records of the soldier’s insanity and suffering dating back to World War I, shown in All Quiet on the Western Front. His comrades are the only ones that understand what he is dealing with, and the soldier feels isolated when surrounded by civilians. It is difficult to survive mentally because of the horrific things the soldier deals with, which often cause the soldier to develop mental disorders.

Imagine, you’re in the late 1940’s. You’re an Olympian, and your country is going to war with another. You decide to stop being an Olympian and and help the war effort. While you’re flying, you crash and are left stranded for 47 days, until being rescued by the enemy. They take you to an island and take care of you, but then they take you somewhere else and torture you. They try to break your spirit and make you tell all of your country's secrets. Meanwhile you’re tormented by a sadistic man, that has rows of people punch you in the face for a punishment. Then once more you are transferred to another island, with one of your old buddies, and are forced to carry coal, while being tortured by the same man. One day you and everyone else are

Narrowly escaping death or seeing their comrades’ die has an everlasting effect on soldiers. Soldiers have to live with the constant fear of dying and anxiety. “They took up what others could no longer bear. Often, they carried each other, the wounded or weak.” (O’Brien 14)

Physically I had survived one of the most gruesome wars in history, but not mentally. Mentally, I

Living in the trenches is extremely horrible, even though I have only been in it for two days. Although, it is clever that these trenches, that are created by digging in the mud, are designed to protect us from machine gun fire. They are muddy, and when it rains, the mud can slowly trickle onto my outfit. These trenches are rat infested, and the filthy rats always steal the last morsels of food that we have. We use the backside of our shovel to smash and kill the filthy rats. When I first smashed a rat, blood oozed out of the rat and its body was twisted. Nobody could bear to watch that horrendous sight anymore. I immediately ran away; it was the first living thing that I had killed in my entire life. I felt happy but remorseful at the same time. Here in the Western Front, clouds always block the rays of the vivid sunshine; the

Even though the drill sergeant told us to keep our heads down, I couldn’t help but peek my head up just to see what is out the window. All I saw was the beautiful blue sky with no clouds in site, and the sun just smiling down on us. The bus stopped at the destination, and I felt my heart stopped as if it was the last time I ever get to see the world. Out of nowhere the same drill sergeant with the mega phone was outside of my bus and started yelling at us with all his might. We could sense fear and terror in the atmosphere as the drill sergeant started pull us out of the bus one by one. The closer I got to the drill sergeant the clearer I got to see every vein and artery throbbing out of his neck and for every word he said you can see them pumping a heartbeat. Once I was able to get my focus from all the scatterings another drill sergeant was yelling at me to run up this hill that look as if it was Mount Rushmore but covered in grass and surrounded by privates but in a far distance look like ants. So I ran to the top acting like it was the end of my life and that I running away from the bulls like how the Spaniards do when they have their annual running with the bulls. Running to the top of the hill was harder than excepted. After finally reaching the top I stopped to catch my breath for my lungs felt as if they’re balloons and someone squeezed all the air out of

Ordinary Soldiers have been the most significant part of an armies’ structure throughout military history. They have not only been essential in the continued development of warfare but have also shown great determination when facing the hardest struggles in combat and an ability to complete their objectives. However, even though the ordinary soldier continues to fight and to carry out his orders, he is put through some of the hardest traumas and hardships that the world has ever seen or known. As a result of this, people question why soldiers continue to risk themselves physically and mentally in the affairs of others. Although soldiers have been put through extreme ordeals in combat throughout military history, the ordinary soldier continues to fight for his sense of duty to his country, his belief in the cause, and his comrades in arms; furthermore, these reasons transformed throughout the centuries, as a result of influences such as military, political, and societal.

The trenches became overcrowded while the sound of rattling machine guns and wounded horses rang in my ear. I was lucky enough to survive, only receiving a small splinter of debris within my arm. But I hate to say, it’s all too overwhelming for me. You don’t know what will hit where and who will hit when. Only those with experience know how to act out here, the veterans. The veterans endure extensive training but us recruits do not have those opportunities. I assume they don’t feel what I do anymore. Perhaps they feel too noble to ever get anxious or scared. And let’s just say that non-coms are a pain in the rear end. During our first day, we were introduced to the lanky, stern- eyed corporal Schumacher. The presumptuous corporal who sticks his chest out high, flaunting his badges and his title. Most of the time we are bullied by these men as they can’t swallow their glory. And all my old friends back home see me as brave and courageous. But I don’t feel brave or courageous, I feel cowardly. Nearly all of the other recruits wear their emotions on their sleeves, either caught standing still or their body catching a rhythmic tremor. But neither is any good for the field. I can’t blame them,

My grandfather’s story was an amazing one. While he talked he spoke about so much passion the soldiers had fighting in the war. He told the story how the one day he had to go out into battle. The United States troops fought in the horrible plains, and tangled, unbearable woods. They walked through swamps, and lived in horrible conditions. My grandpa said that being on the field there was an almost seventy percent chance of being killed. The living conditions were so bad than many of the soldiers died along the way while moving locations.

War has been the way through which man has found advancement, although it has not always been the most efficient method. Typically, armies met on a battlefield and exchanged fire until one side became overpowered and obliterated by the opposing side. The fuel of men going to war has been pride. The justifiable reason for joining one's brothers in arms at the front line has been for the proud moments of reflection one can have after living life on the edge, but only if one can overcome the post traumatic stress that follows.