Personal Narrative: The Hundred Years War

In the united states, we’re asked to serve our country and defend it when needed. Then we, as civilians, expect these poor soldiers to come back and be normal as if they didn’t just witness a massacre. Violence is a killer and we’ve lost many hero’s because of it. Navy seal Chris

1300 British men died and was evidently the worst British defeat at the hands of a native power in the history of its empire. This was played down by the British crown as nothing more than a minor skirmish, however, since the fall of the British empire, historians have done their share of reviewing, analyzing and critiquing the battle and why is ended in such disaster for the British.

During the war I had a buddy named Joe who was in the same squad as me. We became really good friends then he had a heart attack from laughing too much because he was scared. I was really sad when he died. The other people in my squad helped me cheer up again.”A bloody heart attack.” (O’Brien pg 201)

It was a peaceful morning in Trenton, New Jersey when I was introduced to the world as Mary Ludwig on October 13, 1754, also known as Molly Pitcher and Sergeant Molly.

I looked down at my yellow tunic and blue pants. Unlike other soldiers around me, I didn’t have armor. Our commander slowly brought us to a stop in front of what appeared to be Constantinople, the city we sought to take over. We had been attacking the city for over a month and still we hadn’t made it past the protective wall. They laid a chain across the mouth of the Golden Horn to stop our ships from approaching the city. “Charge!” Our commander yelled from atop his white horse. I took off running with towards the walls. As we ran I smelled body odor, blood, and death. The sound of heavy breathing, crossbows being fired, swords clashing, and screams of pain filled my ears. Dead bodies littered the ground around us. As I neared the wall I threw the ladder I had in my hands against the wall and started to

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

Starting off, the military has brought many innocent men into the hands of war, these wars cause death and infect the purest men with the darkest memories. Before the war, many people can barely stand, their mind sits on the rise of fear of many things, but the main creation of that fear is death. “...Dale to the wars, against their wills… produces a palpitation of the

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.

The fighting was non-stop and many men were killed. They had maintained control of the king’s castle but no one was calling it a victory. People looked on at the field of bodies outside the castle and sorrow overcame them. They would pray for the families of the brave men who protected them during the battle but didn't come back out.

I will never forget my life before the Red Death took over my town. Before the Red Death overtook most of my town, I had a great fulfilled life. I was married to the lord and we were part of royalty. My day started at dawn. Mass and prayers would be made and I would be served by my maids; this is also the time where my maids would help me get my dress on for the day. After breakfast I had discussions about many of things such as tournaments and poetry. My favorite part of the day was when I got to educate the girls who had been sent to my households. When the morning was over and the afternoon began, my noblewomen duties turned into housewifely duties. My afternoon was spent supervising meals and ensuring that stores were sufficient. I

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.

-According to the recording this has been going on for some time now – Coulson tells Thor as soon as the recording has ended.

Sea gulls bickered on the warm, morning breeze over head. The waves lulled the vessel boat to-and-fro as it skimmed through Blackwater Bay. The water sparkled like sapphires, clear and bright under the sun. From the bow of the boat, Alayna peered out towards the Narrow Sea. Beyond the bay, adventure called her like a siren song. She longed to explore the lands beyond Westeros. However, this voyage wouldn’t ferry her towards that dream. She’d continue to dream of that journey. The schooner wouldn’t be sailing beyond the bay.

Everything will be okay. A set of four simple words that have been engrained into the very fiber of my being on any occasion that an unfortunate event occurs. Unfortunately, those “unfortunate events” were more so a daily routine. The Tyrant, better known to some as my father was a kind enough man, yet his very presence at home caused an almost suffocating layer of tension in the air. He was a teacher, a beloved one at that, yet to my sisters and I he was more of an undiscovered land mine. Everything seemed okay from above, but below, it could blow up at any given moment, at any given moment he would be set off; he would yell, and more than likely, lash out at me. This behavior was a root cause of my

First off, it is crucial to recognize the significance of this battle. The Battle of