Personal Narrative: Half Of War

It’s been three years I’m living in USA and each single day I'm hoping and wishing to turn back to my urban Syria where I born and grew up. Syria is a special place for me because it is full of memories friends and relatives in my entire life I never imagined to immigrate the reason of me to be here is the war in Syria .

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Cornered, Terrified, and feeling the despair of the situation creeping in, I was numb. Staring at Drew and trying to grasp the situation, a flash of rage overpowers my anguish as I suddenly have a flashback of Drew welcoming me into the squad with open arms. The warmth of that time would be heaven compared to this agonizing heat and sand blasting into my face. Now though, here he is in my arms, with his pulse slowly fading. I get snapped out of it by gunshots followed by hoarse screams. We were being subdued, I had to think fast. My heart was racing out of my chest, wanting to escape this hell but my eyes scanned the situation. For a split second, everything seemed to be in slow motion and I sensed danger and instinctively ducked. Something grazed my hair, I look up to see a bullet zoom on by. With nowhere to run and location found out, I had to plant my feet and fight.

The Generation of the World War 2 era benefited from the hardships they had to face. Nothing like their childhood has been prevalent in the years to follow. From searching for food in the dirty 30s to killing for freedom on the beaches of Normandy, they had a lot of growing up to do very quick. The qualities that these people had was a strong work ethic, patriotism, and the determination to fulfill one's potential. Those traits in it of themselves changed America forever.

It is now the end of the war and I feel that I have changed a lot over the course of these five years. At the beginning of the war I was a small, boy who loved to go to school and listen to Shad’s lessons. My top priority was learning and then helping my mother on the farm. (Hunt, 13) Once my brothers and Shad left for war my family was divided, with Bill on the Confederate side and everyone else on the Union side. (41) As the war goes on and Shad stops being my teacher I don’t like school as much as I did before. My father has a heart attack and I need to step up to help my family more. (91) The most important thing to me now is making sure my family is all right, school is enjoyable but not as important. Getting letters from my John, Eb,

Many times readers lose interest in stories that they feel are not authentic. In addition, readers feel that fictitious novels and stories are for children and lack depth. Tim O’ Brien maintains that keeping readers of fiction entertained is a most daunting task, “The problem with unsuccessful stories is usually simple: they are boring, a consequence of the failure of imagination- to vividly imagine and to vividly render extraordinary human events, or sequences of events, is the hard-lifting, heavy-duty, day-by-day, unending labor of a fiction writer” (Tim O’ Brien 623). Tim O’ Brien’s “How to Tell a True War Story” examines the correlation between the real experiences of war and the art of storytelling. In O’Brien’s attempt to bridge

War has affected millions of people by changing their lives irreversibly through injury, loss and grief. I sought to express the essence of war through art; however, I wanted to concentrate on a certain aspect of the very broad theme facing me. I was first struck with the aspect of innocence as I observed toy soldiers. Toy soldiers are directed towards children of all ages as a form of entertainment and play, even though they are a direct link to armed conflict and tragic wars. The innocent children’s ignorance towards the reality of war and the military gave me the idea of juxtaposing innocence with war. I first studied juxtapositions and dualities when exploring the concept of sculptor and installation artist Anish Kapoor and wanted to introduce them into my own work, but how could I

It was the winter of 834 A.D. It was colder than usual that day. It was also the day that would forever alter my life. As I was walking into the King’s Throll, I saw my friend Sven. Sven was a average lad, but at times I thought he was a little mentally disadvantaged.

Dec 17- Ive stayed at the warren home for one month now. the peupl are very kind to me always looking after me right and never making a fuss when i mess up. but i have yet to make any friends. today we were in the art room making paintings i wasnt able to finish so the teacher allow me to stay when the class was over. after the teacher left i started painting my picture a pretty sky blue. the window was open the cold air bothered me when i went to close the window i saw a bag there were a pack of smokes in it the box . one time i saw my teacher putting one to his mouth and he made smoke. i know im not supposed to touch other peoples stuff but i wanted to know how he was able to make smoke by just putting paper in his mouth. i took the box and popped out a smoke put it in my mouth and blew. nothing happened i was confused did i do i wrong thot. thats right i didnt find have fire. i looked for the stick that made light the smoke. found it hiding in the box under a lot of paper. i put the fire towards the smoke and there it was i made smoke. i went to the window copying what the teacher would do. i coughed when i first started but got used to it. it felt weird like some worry left me and i sat there watching the sky. after that i started stealing smokes from my art techer sometimes.

A world war has begun. Bombs are being dropped and the world as we know it will cease to exist and people are fleeing to available shelters. I, a member of a speacial government department, had been notified that a group of ten was in conflict over who would be permitted into a shelter made for six. It's critical that the choice was made quickly and that chosen were the best possible candidates. Therefore, I chose the sixteen-year-old girl and the physician to reside in the shelter, but rejected the violinist.

Freedom, the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint. Many people today take this liberty for granted, not realizing what hardships were fought, past and present, to keep what we love intact. Today I will be discussing the price of freedom. I will first discuss how the founders of our great country fought for freedom, next I will talk about the time our great country went to war, not just for our freedom but the freedom of the entire world, and finally I will explain how we pay for our freedom and how it has directly affected my family.

There are three things I miss about Vietnam. First, I miss my family who still live in Vietnam. I have two brothers, a sister living in Vietnam, and a sister live in the United States. My older sister is married, and she has two kids. They are a 14 years old boy, and a 12 years old girl. My second older brother is single, but he is sick, and he is staying in the hospital right now. My third older brother is married, and he is a boy. I miss my two brothers and sister because when I lived in Vietnam, my two brothers and my sister always took care of me. So I’m a youngest one, but when I was born my brothers and sisters said: “If mom have any more baby, so we will leave home.” Because the older one was 18 years

I sit in my bed, eyes focused on the television. The world is blocked out. All I know is do not look away from the screen. I hear the sounds of an active battlefield.

The reality of the war is way different from what I expected. When one actually enters the army he comes with a lot of expectations and confidence on himself but when you actually start then you realize that I am really fighting for my country, which makes us feel proud. We see deaths everyday here, of our friends and our loved ones but cant do anything instead get frustrated and wish to go back home to meet our family but the thought of serving our country pulls us back. Sometimes I wonder why can’t this world be in peace? Since my childhood my dream was to be in the army, as I loved action and fights as that was entertainment for me but now I know why we fight not for entertainment but for our country and the injustice. The enthusiasm among

War is Peace refers to the fact that while a country is at war, it can get away with murder on the home front, on the pretext of "rooting out traitors." A good example of this is the Espionage Act passed by Congress and signed by Woodrow Wilson in 1917, which had little to do with spies, and a lot to do with allowing the feds to round up anyone who criticized the Government's actions during a war. Freedom is Slavery means that you are supposed to treat your supposedly natural rights as privileges that you need to constantly earn. For instance, in the United States, convicted felons are not allowed to vote, even after they have been released from jail.