Nanobot Monologue

The choice to reenlist would not be easy, but the right choice rarely is. So, though courage is necessary in the midst of warfare, in the heat of battle, and in the chaos of the fight, it is perhaps most needed when times like these are upon us. Only those who can find their courage will be able to reenlist and stay committed to our cause; those who don’t have the ability to accept and control their fear will find themselves returning home. I am still very afraid to stay and fight, but I will choose not to let this fear rule me and would make the necessary choice to

Growing up, Mark was mostly on the run from the government because his parents were one of the leaders of the rebellion. Right now Mark is eleven years old, this is the day everything had changed. The government had found where the rebels had been hiding and launched an attack. Many people had been taken including Mark’s parents. Mark himself barely escaped the capture of the government. But Mark remembered the last thing his mother told him “You must be brave son, as you are everyone's last hope.”

George Saunders’ “The Red Bow” is an allegory of America’s 2003 invasion of Iraq.  The invasion was ordered not long after the terrorist attacks in the United States orchestrated by the Afghanistan based al-Qaeda leader, Osama Bin Laden. The attacks resulted in a panic led by American authorities to find and destroy any person or group that could be a threat to American freedom.  Since the attacks in 2001, the United States military has led attacks in Iraq, Afghanistan, Somalia, Yemen, Pakistan, Libya, and Syria.  Today, we are beginning to see the long-term effects of the war in Iraq as ISIL fighters try to reintegrate into society and are faced with a moral panic.  In “The Red Bow”, Uncle Matt symbolizes the source of irrational fears similar to that which one witnesses today.

Young people often do not know what to expect of the future. They do not know how to act when something unexpected comes along, and their actions are based on what they do know; usually limited, biased information. This idea is central to the short story, ʺWar,ʺ by Timothy Findley. The young boy, Neil Cable, narrates the day he found out his father had joined the army. He speaks of his actions, feelings, and confusion surrounding that day. At first glance, his actions are all too often misinterpreted as violence and hatred, but after careful consideration, one can see that they are merely his way of dealing with the troubling news. He has not experienced enough in his lifetime to have a true understanding of war, and acts upon what

“After abandoning everything in our home, everything my parents had worked for, I was met by assault rifles, searchlights and quarters too small for the amount of people it accommodated” my grandfather assured. The property, belongings, jobs and businesses were all left behind in the rash fear

Military academies, a big cliché in movies, and homegrown terrorists are two aspects of my book that I don’t agree with. Zach the protagonist in I Am The Mission has to go back to finish his mission. He has to kill his first targets two children. Military schools and terrorism a fun book for all.

I saw what I thought was a Vietnamese family, and we were being attacked by mortars. I grabbed that family and yelled at them to take cover. I tried to push them into the house. Unfortunately they were not Vietnamese villagers, and turned out to be people that lived close to downtown Denver. I was later arrested thinking that the police were the Vietcong. I kicked out the rear window of the police car to escape.”

Approximately 300,000 child soldiers are actively serving in military forces, terrorist organizations, and gangs. In 1993 and at the age of 13, Ishmael Beah was forced into the same horrendous situation. Ishmael Beah’s A Long Way Gone depicts his own journey of loss, military recruitment, and rehabilitation. Ishmael Beah uses figurative language to support the theme that the capacity for true evil is present in everyone if they are given apt incentive.

“My Imagination at 10 years old didn’t have the capacity to grasp what had taken away the happiness of the refugees” (6). A child is naïve, innocent, and can’t grasp the idea of war, much less fathom joining it. So the military must find tactics to rework their minds into apathetic killing machines. In the memoir A Long Way Gone by Ishmael Beah drugs, emotional manipulation, and pop culture are some of the main tactics employed by the militia.

I was awoken with a thunderous bang that made the ground tremble and the house shake. Things were falling off shelves, crashing and shattering onto the floor. I dived under a table until the shaking stopped. Slowly and carefully, I peeked out the window and watched as the soldiers broke their way into each and every house, gathering up everyone who didn't go to the Commemoration Day Show. I ran for my hunting gun and considered my options, run or fight. I decided to run and strap my gun across my back but quickly realised I was surrounded. I formulated a plan as I rushed up the stairs to my brother's bedroom. As I reached his room, my front door was burst open and the soldiers' carefully entered my house. I locked the door behind me and for

The sound of screaming and swords clashing outside jolted me awake. I found myself pressed against the wall, sword and shield both in hand. The thane shouted commands to destroy everything in sight. With that, the sound of death was on the other side of the wall. I heard my mother’s screams become instantly silent. An army man shouted, “One down! The other cannot be found, sir.” My stomach became knotted as I thought of my mother, lying on the ground with no hope of waking up. I should have burst through the wooden door, swinging my sword in every direction until I heard the last breath of each Rine there. Instead, I sank to my knees and wept as I listened to the Comitatus invading my home. I waited for the thanes to come here and kill me as they did my mother. My father had managed to escape, but there is no way he could save me. However, I knew he did not care to anyways. The sound of men approaching the door took my breath away. My sobbing became uncontrollable. I heard the wooden door creek open, as I sank deeper and deeper into the dirt beneath me. A feeling of helplessness over took me. My life was over. The Rines had a mission to kill everything they saw, and I knew they saw me. One officer yelled,

I wandered across the street, the gravel crunched under my feet. I hear my dad yell my name “Amira.” I run toward my house. My dad tells me to lock the door as soon as I am in. Click, goes the lock. But, something’s not right, my dad is still outside. I look through the peephole in my door. I see 5 men in camo uniform with guns charging at my dad. They stop one meter away from him. The soliders raise thier guns. Aim. Fire. Bang, Crash. I can’t see anything except bright red blood. I scream. I hear the soldier’s feet crumble on gravel and the sound becomes more and more faint. I open my door and there in front of my eyes, my dad covered in thick blood. I roll up into a ball and start shaking. My throat starts closing up. Suddenly I hear a soft,

We held onto only a single bodyguard. I reconnected with old friends, and dedicated my life to work and volunteering. My children were all truly happy in their careers. All of them joined me at the clinic. My young grand children were living completely normal lives and making great friends. One night I was feeling a bit tired, so I decided to head home early. I said goodbye to my daughter the clinic manager, and then I was on my way. I walked about two blocks before I realized I was being followed. The suburban streets were dark and deserted, so I ran into an ally trying to escape. The young man eventually found me. I recognized the young man; he was the son of a local butcher, a butcher who was killed by my father for an unpaid debt. He shakily pulled out a revolver. “For my father, I’m sorry,” he said and then proceeded to shoot me. I crumpled to the ground, but I did not make a sound. I had known this day would come. I deserved this. I knew I would have to pay for my crimes and the crime of my ancestors. My mind went to my family. They would never face this fate, or be a part of this madness. I had liberated them from their past. I after 200 years of Iladio crime had offered my children and future generations a chance to escape, a chance at peace, freedom, and

Everyday there seems to be new conflicts arising around the world. Today’s men and women are gaining the courage to enlist, to protect our country, from our veterans who were so brave in the past. They set a path of courage, bravery, and strength for who become

“It’s not what we want it’s what we need, and what we need is the very best of you. The world is in danger of an imminent threat from a military force that’s developing in Dynistan.”