Personal Narrative: The Cost Of War

If I could go back to any time in the world, I would go back to France in October 1944 on the Western Front. World War Two has always interested me. Being able to see the revolutionary weapons would be incredible. I would also love to take part in such a historic and epic war. War is a horrible event that plays a major part in human development.

If there was anything more terrifying to a shy, introverted, teenage girl than the idea of being a in crowded room full of strangers, it would to be actually in one. Yet, there I was, surrounded by a numerous amount of impatient, jet-black cars that illuminated the dark streets, rows of musicians rehearsing their piece by playing a dissonance of sounds, and the expectant, motley crowd of people lining up on the sidewalk for the veteran’s parade.

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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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.

As the world's top superpower and the country that spends the most on their military, you might not think about the cost of war or conflict, but it has a huge effect on America's economy. “The U.S. war in Iraq has cost $1.7 trillion with an additional $490 billion in benefits owed to war veterans, expenses that could grow to more than $6 trillion over the next four decades counting interest” (Trotta). War drains resources from productive use so that the economy has a less productive capacity than it normally would. The impact of this waste of resources becomes larger the longer the war goes on. The Iraq war lasted eight years and still has effects on our economy and veterans. “The budgetary costs of providing disability compensation benefits and medical care to the veterans from Iraq and Afghanistan over the course of their lives will be from $350 - $700 Billion, depending on the length of deployment of US soldiers, the speed with which they claim disability benefits and the growth rate of benefits and health care inflation” (Bilmes). Veteran deserves nothing but the highest respect and deserves every penny they get for medical treatment, but a 6 trillion dollar war and 700 billion in benefits all for one war is costly for the

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

Silence and darkness loomed over the room. Other than the occasional snore and bed creak, the room is silent, oblivious to the war that is being fought in Vietnam. Men are being ripped apart; their innards mercilessly pierced by the multitude of rounds penetrating through the air. One wrong move and suddenly, you’re soaking red, staining the garment around your torso and cementing your fate. But in this room, we were oblivious to such pains, such bloodshed. It was like if the war wasn’t even happening at all, isolating us from the pain and the death that would ultimately be subjected upon us. One of these days, we were going to be deployed, with almost ninety percent certainty that we would never see our families again. Ah, fuck it! I joined

Running around the front yard, toy gun in right hand walkie-talkie in my left. The dream right? Fighting for the land of dreams, the place you were raised, America. Fighting for freedom, liberty, justice, and family. I had this dream. This was me. Was…

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

I sat down at the computer in my house upstairs, the very computer still up there that I still make books on. Orange and red leaves were scattered aimlessly across the green and brown grass. It was right after the school day. Just the beginning of the final year at Fairfield Elementary, and already I was typing a book. What to call it? I had already planned it out while jumping on my trampoline. I typed on Word, size twenty, Calibri: Wolves of War book 1: The Wolf of Greatness.

Shots pierced around me. I scurried across the grass for somewhere to have cover. My leg bled constantly, while pain was shooting throughout my leg. The blood oozed. I found a tree that had a wide trunk. I went around it, and there in front of my eyes was an opening that was big enough for a person to fit in it. I didn't know if it was a trap or safety. I had to take the chance, the piercing pain in my leg was too much. I walked through and I was able to stand up in it. In front of me was a curtain. I pushed it to one side. “Hands up or I’ll shoot.” I stopped. The voice didn’t sound much older than me. “Please,” I begged, “I just need help with my leg.” I cautiously turned around and there behind me was a girl around my age, 15. She was around

Though I have no recollection of this, my family often explained that as a young child I was quite rambunctious. I’d repeated refused to participate in activities, had poor grades, and had interesting temper tantrums. Most adults believed it was caused by a lack of attention or a distrust of others. However, I’d felt as if I received all the attention I required and trusted most people I knew. In reality the issue was caused by my dissatisfaction of how gray the world seemed and I lacked a creative outlet to counteract this. This all changed when I receive my first handheld system. My parents immediately noticed a drastic improvement in both my behavior and learning pace afterwards. I was astonished at what such a small device could accomplish,

And so it was another day in the war. My father was a general and I am one of his thousands of soldiers . We as soldiers use the ancient pyramids to our advantage by using them as shields to block the bombs, bullets and swords coming at us. Once I asked my dad what temple that this one was, he said, “This tomb is where Menes lays to rest, he was 1 mauled by a hippopotamus 2 And also Built a dam around city Memphis, as well as 3 building more than 100 of egypt’s pyramids.

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