Essay about My Grandfather

The readers of the article “Liberating the First Nazi Camp,” an interview with Jim Martin, WWII veteran will begin to understand the personal hardships that service members experienced through the war. In the given article the reader can begin to see just how bad the conditions where for people that opposed the Third Reich, and where thrown into these concentration camps. The interview also show the haste that the Nazis would get into when the Allied forces, leaving helpless victims in the gas chambers, hastily executing them via machine gun, and even storing the remains in warehouse to be disposed of at a later time. The article also shows a more human side of the rough and tough solider who literally had to do this depressing job every single

He had turned seventeen when he signed up for the army, bluntly making a decision as he saw some other boys signing up. His family watched him enter a train knowing that he probably wouldn’t ever return. The train was full of other soldiers, all of ages ranging between seventeen to about twenty-five, some not even tall enough to put their luggage in the top cabin of the train, or strong enough to lift their luggage. On the train a few boys could be heard talking about that even if they die God would be happy for their bravery and sacrifice for their country. Three days earlier, these boys had accidentally stepped on the landmine that they were meant to set up around the trench. Did God actually welcome all those who sacrificed themselves at such a young age? But is it not a sin to kill other human beings?

The sound thundered through my ears. The ground shook beneath my feet and it felt like I was floating on it. Then another flash like lightning and that ground-shaking, deafening noise again” As you can probably tell, this is where the village is being bombed.

When we had got to the middle of Germany and we unloaded, then there was less than one third left. A lot of them died along the way. Was it near the end, did they die before it was over? I believe it was the end for me. I overheard some SS officers talking about getting rid of one of their own. They had felt that he was going to be a traitor. That night they grabbed another man and killed him. He was working with the Americans. Three months later, the Americans came up and we fought them. I surrendered when they entered my block. They kept me as a prisoner. I had then betrayed my

I know that when I woke up I could smell the blood and rotting bodies in the air. The camp was quiet there was no one there. The camp was in a secluded wooded area and I could tell it had just rained. I looked in all of the women’s barracks to see if their was anyone still alive. At the look of each barrack with all the women and children lying their dead my heart sank deeper. I couldn’t wrap my head around how there was around a hundred thousand people staying there and I was the only known survivor. Before the war they all had families and jobs and now they lay here at my feet dead. I couldn’t bear to see the looks of anguish of the faces so I stopped looking. There was no food anywhere and I was exhausted. The soldiers thought everyone here was dead so they weren’t coming back so I had to find a way to escape. I started to walk into the woods. I ate some of the plants and berries along the way and tried to kill some smaller animals for meat. I finally made it out of the woods into a farmer's fields. Luckily, the farmer was Jewish and let me stay in his barn. He and his wife snuck food out to me as much as they could. Once I had regained my strength I left them, I was causing them more trouble than I was worth. I was sixteen years of age and ninety-three pounds. My shot wounds were starting to heal and I was starting to mentally recover. They told me the safest place to go was Israel. I took off with a sack of food a pair of shoes and two sets of clothes and the prayers from those two

At 12:01, with the echo of the last bell lingering in the air, the one-hundred pounds of dynamite hidden in the wagon exploded (Andrews, 2014). Shrapnel encompassed the immediate area; people were dropping everywhere. The structures nearby shook as the shock wave slammed through the exterior walls. The cloth awnings that overlooked the streets burst into flames (Bellows, 2007). Next, came a rain shower of glass that drenched the streets from the shattered windows. Nearby, World War I veterans experienced a scene of devastation very similar to that of the battlefields. They initially suspected that cause of such destruction had come from the skies (King, 2011). One witness wrote, “ It was a crash out of a blue sky, an unexpected, death dealing bolt which in a twinkling turned into a shamble the busiest corner of Americas financial center” (Gage 2002).

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

The main theme of this book is how everyone in the city works hard in order to survive every day of the siege. The men on the hills and the ongoing war have thrown everyone’s lives into utter chaos. In the first chapter, the following quotation is repeated three times: “It screamed downward, splitting air and sky without effort. A target expanded in size, brought into focus by time and velocity. There was a moment before impact that was the last instant of things as they were. Then the visible world exploded” (Galloway 1, 3, 6). These two quotations serve as a connection to the beginning of the war and how a single mortar shell transforms the lives of tens of thousands of people.

From 1939 through 1941 millions were faced with the violence and devastation of World War II. Life on the Homefront in the United States and Great Britain was difficult and overwhelming.World War II was one of the most bloody battles in history, and most of whom were civilians.In this paper, we will explore what life is like for people during a terrifying war.

On September 1, 1939, 12 year-old Jack was being slowly pulled into War World II even though he didn’t know it. One of the things he did was

I have an abundance of grotesque, yet, barely visible memories of childhood. However, no breathtaking family trips, no unique family togetherness that taught a moral lesson, no abnormal holidays. We still ate family meals together, but most often the children and adults lived in different worlds. When I needed comforting or wanted the best of both worlds, I could turn to my Grandpa.

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

The crunch of frozen grass could be heard a mile away at five o’clock in the morning. My grandpa and I whispered conversation as we strolled over to our favorite deer blind. We cautiously marched over sticks trying hard not to make any sounds. We eventually made it without spooking any deer and set our guns down, waiting for sunrise. These are the times I enjoy the most with my grandpa. It is a chance to sit back and enjoy life with one of my favorite people on this planet. Time goes slower in these moments. It gives us a chance to share conversation about anything. We swap stories from the past and I always seem to learn something new from my grandpa. Whether it be from advice he gives me or from an experience long ago, I’m always listening. Although our experiences may be different we still love to enjoy the same hobbies together, whether it’s woodworking, hunting, or time out on the lake; sharing life with my grandpa is priceless.

I think the person who has had the most profound effect on my life besides my parents is my grandfather. I never realized before how much of an effect he had on my interests and goals for the future. Years ago, he used to tell me stories about historical events and experiences he had fighting in Vietnam and my great grandfather fighting in World War 2. His vivid descriptions always made it so interesting and, in some cases, more light-hearted than what actually happened. To this day he still has more stories to tell me, and never fails to captivate my interest. In doing this, he opened my eyes to my biggest interest, history, and encouraged me to pursue this interest throughout school. I feel like it would help to give a short summary of his life and how it affected me.

When we were together we were invincible, us against the world. I’d look up to him, not only because he was 6’4, but because he was my grandpa. I have clear memories of him picking me up from school, playing old school reggae music during our adventurous car rides. We’d always sing along to our favorites, sometimes turn the music up so loud the people in the cars next to us could hear it. When I would visit his apartment, the familiar smell of drywall and pennies would fill the air. It was my hideaway, my home away from home. My grandpa collected pennies in water jugs. He would say that one day they’d be worth more than just pennies. I loved it there, not only because he had a freezer filled with many flavors of ice cream to which he would often say to me “you can have all you can eat” but because it was our time to bond. For five years it was my mom, my dad, and my grandpa helping me to grow. Those are my favorite people, my role models. Being around my grandpa brought me such comfort and joy.