Personal Narrative: My World War I Project

Meanwhile, a specific sergeant tried to make my life harder. This sergeant enjoyed agonism which “occurs among those who enjoy fighting for its own sake and who perceive trading insults as a type of game” (p.21). I constantly tried to filter out the words being filled in my head, but my internal dialogue had been so negative and judgmental for so long I really believed the bad things. I could not and did not understand that I was good person with many good characteristics. I was fighting 2 wars in a combat zone, one against terrorists in the desert and the other inside my head.

I am Ella Karcewski reporting to you on this gloomy Spring evening, hoping that this war may soon be over. I am currently experiencing a day that I will never forget. The images that I am seeing, and the heartbreaking pain that I am feeling will never be erased from my naive mind. I feel nearly speechless and am saddened for those drastically affected by this war. I am encountering a tragedy as soldiers and horses alike are collapsing to the ground, screams of pain coming from their courageous bodies. Pouring rain is drenching horses and soldiers, and darkness is curtained over the gloomy sky. Ominous clouds fill the atmosphere above, and it seems that the sun wouldn’t dare peek out on this bellicose April day in 1915. All of this French territory

My hands were covered in blood.. It was only a matter of time till they caught me.. I could hear the roaring of the wind. The heavy breathing coming from my own chest.. My stomach ached in pain. I could feel the tears beginning to escape from my eyes...

It is with a heavy heart that I write to you all, but I do hope you all are well. It has been a rough three months since I've joined the other nurses in aiding this war and needless to say I have settled in and adapted to the conditions. Since the beginning, nothing has changed within these 3 months, neither side had gotten much advantage of the war. It would be as if a back and forward tug of war between the two sides. Everyday I watch from the tent as hundreds of men rot away in the horrid conditions of the trenches. Many were brought in but many doesn't mean all. After barely being treated and having about a week of recovery soldiers were sent back to suffer in the battlefield. A few weeks ago a huge storm crossed the battlefield. The trenches

All is going very bad for us in the trenches. No one was really prepared for what this war has brought us. The war has many factors that are very terrible and for most, unbarable. I can not think of a time where I have been more scared.

After the war was over the family left the internment camp and came home and everything changed. “When we came back after the war it was fall and the house was still ours. The trees on the streets were taller than we remembered, and the cars more run down, and the rosebush our mother had once planted alongside the narrow gravel path they led up to the front steps of our house was no longer there” (Otsuka 106). This describes how during the years they were gone the entire street changed. When the family entered the house it smelled really bad. “We did not care. The paint was peeling away from the walls and the window frames were black with rot. Shreds of lace curtain dangled in front of the soot-covered panes and the floor was littered with

12th March 1915: The day hadn’t started out differently to any other day. I had just been out to milk the cows and feed the calves. As I was walking back to the farmhouse for breakfast, I met Dad, who had come back from the markets. He stopped the truck beside me and wouldn’t look me straight in the eye. That was when I knew there was something wrong. He wordlessly passed a brown envelope out of the truck window. “GOVERNMENT OF NEW ZEALAND” was emblazoned in bold red print across the front. My heart lurched, constricting my throat. As I opened it, my worst fear was confirmed. In small lettering it announced, “Mr Michael Jones, we need you to protect our country.”

turning my head again I saw Simon dive to my aid. He did not utter a

After war hit, virtually everything was deteriorated. In a four-mile radius from where I stand, not a single architecture except for the government buildings and makeshift shops are still structurally sound. Families are forced to survive, father's craft shelters for their families out of the detritus that remains. Children, including ages of even six years, sleep deprived due to labor, desperately attempt to rest on empty, dented, bed frames. The only people that have real, formal shelters are the aristocrats that pay hundreds of thousands of dollars to hire a room in a government shelter and the government families.

It was mid-October and in the twenties, because it was October as was I am finishing my route. As I biked the town seemed so beautiful. I like this job because it helps me get away. I had woken up with Abelard screaming about friends lost in the war. Jacob had to come over help him. Jacob was a friend of the family and was also referred as an hyphenated American. The two had been bullied at the start of the Great War long before it came to America.

It was a blistering day, but I was short on time so I unfortunately had to rush and work without thinking beforehand this is a poor choice as I would soon learn and I walked right into their arms. The date is June 3rd, 1963 and it was all a trap, but I guess that’s war for you nothing but destruction.

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.

Dad can you tell me about world war 1,sure i can son your grandpa told me this story when i was your age it was a cool night on august 31, 1915 it was two thirty-five in the morning.my group was tired because two or three people had to stay up to watchguard every hour or two they swap place that way they all got enough sleep.the germans came so fast we didn’t have a lot of time to react to it,(Dad-I remember this part the most because how your grandpa describe it) it was like nonstop fighting for the next four days when it was over it was like a herd of elephants came through and completely destroyed the place.It was the first of september we got word to move to a different location because they wanted to bomb them that way we had a little time to get better,get more ammo,rest,well we bomb them and according to one of my teammates they were expecting it so they blow up the air crafts.

I live in the big capital of Germany, Berlin. I live with my mother Ilse, my father Frank, and my younger sister Susanne. We were a normal everyday religious Jewish family. It was a pretty big city, but that’s what made Berlin Berlin. They were not that many farms, but mostly tall buildings. You could never find a moment of silence outside with all the noisy people. I lived in a large bodacious house with servants, that was not how people Berlin lived typically. When I went to school, I would see people on the sides of the street stricken with poverty. All around, people were still happy and they were making the most of what they have. Their was talk that there would be a new leader who had it in for people like me, Jews. My life was normal

I saw some good programs, one of them, was about the sight sense what was rather interesting. In the same series, today they talked about the ear, but I didn't see it. I also saw the first episode of a series about the WW1. In it, they showed the previous weeks at the beginning of the war, and the post ones to the assassination of Archduke Francis Ferdinand. You could see the people, living happily their lives, unworried, thinking that that incident only would be a local problem and without imagining for a minute the hell that was to come. How sad...