My Journey To Bronzville Dialectical Journal

Chapter 8: Paul watched the Russian prisoners. Their voices reminded him of cozy homes. Paul was touched by some of the prisoner's brotherhood. He shared bits of his cigarettes with the prisoners. Later, Paul’s dad and sister visited him before he head to the front again.

Pg 379- “In Sugamo prison, as he was told of Wantanbe’s fate, all Louie saw was a lost person, a life now beyond redemption. HE felt something that he had never felt for his captor before. With a shiver of amazement, he realized that it was compassion.”

1) “They carried the soldier’s greatest fear, which was the fear of blushing. Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishonor. They died so as not to die of embarrassment” (O’Brien 20).

Passage: “It was the meanest moment of eternity. A minute before she was just a scared human being fighting for its life. Now she was her sacrificing self with Tea Cake's head in her lap. She had wanted him to live so much and he was dead. No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep. Janie held his head tightly to her breast and wept and thanked him wordlessly for giving her the chance for loving service. She had to hug him tight for soon he would be gone, and she had to tell him for the last time. Then the grief of outer darkness descended”(Hurston 184).

After visiting his grandparent, Louis and his parent straight went back home for some rest and along the journey Louis tries again to ask his parent what was kept inside that storage room and his mother answered instead of his father because he was busy driving, Louis mother said, “It is something that belongs to the previous house owner and it is not appropriate for us to touch it as we have been told that those belonging are forbidden to be touched”. Louis replied, “ok” to his mom with a confuse expression. After they have reached home Louis was overwhelm by tiredness and went to sleep instead of thinking about it. As the sun rise, Louis wake up with full of energy ready to get his answer. Before he start he look around just in case if there is anyone around, then he went to his parent’s room to get the key and quickly he dash through the living room and kitchen to reach the storage room. This is the very moment that Louis has been waiting for as he get nearer he start to feel that

It was the year of 2032, the year of the wolves. Every sixteen years is the year of the wolf, where every human fears that they will be next to become one of them. It is said that when the time comes around, half of the year is spent to where the fourth and fifth pack go out out into the civilizations and come back with new recruits. They are ruthless and cruel creatures, they are feared by all living things, for since their numbers have increased.

John boarded the dark blue freighter with Conner his best friend. John sat down in his and Connor's bunk bed in the freighters quarters. Conner said “ you should always check your back and don’t trust everything you hear”. Conner had short brown hair and his skin was dark while John was medium height with golden long hair but everyone on the boat wore the same army gear, green bulletproof vests and helmet. The only thing that they shared in common other than their uniforms was both of their voices were deep and masculine. As the hours passed John started to recount the years of that horrible war. It started in the year of 1939 when the nazi’s

1.Devon is the main character of the story. We learn that Devon has been screwing his secretary Shanna. Devon gets numerous amounts of phone calls from Tracy, but declines them.

I exhale a long, frustrated sigh as I look around the old, battered up, brown and decaying café. It was amidst the start of the French Revolution, and circumstances were heating up. Everyone were in a small groups chattering away at nothing in particular as I stand at the slightly raised platform, waiting for the last few representatives to come. I, Pascal Beaumont, was the organizer of the raid that will be held at the Bastille, in Paris, on July 14, 1789. Tomorrow was July 14, 1789, the big day. Such an evil thing to do, some might think, but not in my situation. I was thirsty for revenge, for the blood that belonged to the royalty, for death. That rascal, King Louis XVI would pay for the lives he took from the peasants. They would never

The creaking of the wagon and steady clip-clop clip-clop rhythm of the horse's pacing gait relax Gaedbre; his mind wandering peacefully over the natural beauty around him. Every now and then he issued a "tsk tsk" or "hup!, Falhofnir, hup!" to keep the horse moving along. Falhofnir was a large sorrel draft horse with flaxen mane and tail, white blaze, socks and feathering. He and Gulfaxi, his twin brother, were a matched pair who usually worked as a team, but this was a one horse job.

Almost twenty minutes had passed since Epsilon, Sabra and Malessica left the pub. Malessica was a bit upset thinking about innocent people who were hurt during the attack on the pub. Though she knew she didn’t have time to help the injured, she decided to try and forget about it, continuing to follow Epsilon. Malessica noticed Sabra, seemed a bit lost in thought, but she didn’t say a word. Moving towards an unknown destination, four police cars sped down the street past them, with sirens blaring. Malessica put her hands on her hood, covering her ears, waiting for the cars to pass them. Epsilon turned his head back, watching the police cars. He was upset knowing he wouldn’t be able to work there again.

Chapter 8 Protagonist/s: Marie-Laure LeBlanc/ Werner Pfennig Antagonist/s: Germans Time: 9th August 1944 Summary: Allied artillery begins shelling Saint-Malo again. Von Rumpel becomes delirious from his illness and attempts to search the house once again.

Saturday morning Danny unexpectedly threw me for a loop when he announced that we would ride on horseback to Monteverde. Much to my displeasure and chagrin, I had to get on a horse. He gave us the option to take the bus that was also taking our luggage, but when I looked around and saw no one else taking the offer, I decided to not take the bus on the less traveled and let me tell you, it made all the difference. By the end of our excursion on the horses, my butt was killing me. It made my highly justified reason to hate horses and the riding of them, a little more

I do not consider myself to be anybody’s best friend. While I do have many friends that I consider myself to be close with (and I’d like to believe they opposite is true), the school year has just started and many friendships that existed last year may or may not fade away as time passes by. This is because friendships are mainly built on conversations shared daily, whether they be in the classroom or outside on social media. Even if one person is reluctant to hold a conversation, then the bonds of friendship will slowly and steadily break apart due to the lack of sustained interaction on a daily basis. Communication is paramount to ensuring that a relationship is maintained. In my case, I do not believe I interact with anyone on a daily basis enough to be considered “best friends.” Sure, I would consider many people I’m acquainted with good friends, but that is the extent of our friendship. On the other hand, I have several good friends because we have relatively good chemistry. Successful interaction with one another has led to a mutual desire to sustain our friendships.

Not only are cranes booked realistic because of the events , but he also included the psychological aspects of war. Cranes book goes to another level of realism. This makes you feel as if you are there experiencing the events in this story.