Personal Narrative: The Six Hundred

Throughout the chapter of “How To Tell A True War Story” the reader is conflicted due to the author’s writing style. Through O’Brien’s writing in the book, the reader is left to ponder between what the author says is true vs what the actual truth is. He writes, “In any war story, but especially a true one, it’s difficult to separate what happened from what seemed to happen. What seems to happen becomes it own happening and has to be told that way,” (O’Brien 71). Tim O'Brien generally tells the reader that in war stories it is difficult to split apart the truth and what the truth seemed like. Therefore, the stories then become what may have seemed to happen because the truth gets mixed in. At the end of the chapter O’Brien says, “All you can do is tell it one more time, patiently, adding and subtracting, making up

The next minute I felt a hand on my shoulder completely pulling me like a ragdoll back into the ditch. I could still hear the agony in the dead soldier’s voice. Then Larry exclaimed, “GET YOURSELF TOGETHER HAYES!” and began to listen to Lt. Arthur on what to do next. They were shooting at us from a small farmhouse to our northeast. All around us was as flat ground so we needed a diversion. Cover fire was ordered and we began to approach a bundle of trees near the farm house. Still recovering from the horror, I just witnessed, I ran for my life to a nearby tree where we were supposed to take cover.

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

The men have courage and heroism. They go and fight and they do not know what to expect. They know their men and horses were going to die and they still do their responsibilities. “Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, boldly they rode and well, into the jaws of Death” (Tennyson). Even though they showed courage and heroism, they also showed how they did their duties without questioning their orders.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

On the night of May 9th 200 Green Mountain Boys assembled under Ethan Allen and Benedict Arnold to capture Fort Ticonderoga. However only a small portion of the men could cross the lake to capture the fort as there weren’t enough boats for all the men. Fearful of losing the element of surprise Allen and Arnold decided to attack with their small force. With only one sentry on duty the colonists stormed the fort waking the men at gunpoint and disarming them. The captain was roused from his chambers and surrendered his sword peacefully, with nobody dying during the assault.

He quickly dressed, grabbed his sword, and ran outside ready for action. Then he finally heard what people were shouting about. The British captured his family. He immediately rushed to the general’s tent, burst in it, hollering, “We must save them!” He saw with shock that the general’s pistol was on him. “Oh, it’s you,” said the general setting down his gun. “Now what’s all this about saving who and doing what?” he said. “My wife! And children!” Matthew gasped trying to catch his breath. “Why? What has happened?” the general inquired. “The redcoats have taken my family captive and I need permission to lead a rescue mission,” stated Major Matthew. “Granted!” barked the general, “Matthew! Get them home.” Matthew smiled and sprinted out of the tent calling to his men to prepare for battle and on the double. Five minutes later his men were in a diamond formation awaiting orders. “Innocent people’s lives are at stake,” roared Matthew, ”As a matter of fact my family’s lives are stake and they are being held hostage by the vile lobster-backs. I would ask you to follow me to save them and I would be forever in any man’s debt if he comes and fights for me. Who is with me!” he shouted. Matthew was surprised that not only all of his men cheered, but that 300 more voices around him also bellowed out. Recovering from his shock he said, “ We

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

Henry had a lot of courage going into the first battle. He didn't truly know what war was like so that might be why he wasn't scared. The first battle was not very brutal and Henry stayed calm. His friends were calm as well and Henry didn't want to seem like a coward if he ran away. Henry got some respect for staying during the first battle. There was a different story however for the second battle.

We played a soccer game yesterday against Buhler, we beat them 5-1 our first win of the season. Unfortunately I got injured within like 5 minutes of the game, I sprained my ankle and it hurt really bad so I had to go out of the game for a little bit so the coach could wrap my ankle. After about 5 minutes of walking on it I started getting used to the pain. So the coach asked me if I was good to play, so I said yes. I ended up going back in with about 30 minutes left, so when I went back in coach put me as the striker which is the attacking position. Their team wasn’t so good so I ended up running a bunch because I’m fast and can produce chances. I got a couple of chances to score but didn’t get a goal, Juan Castillo got a goal and that basically ended the half. At half

but this time, they finished at dawn, due to the higher caution. It was still dark and there was not any daylight, when they were returning somebody suddenly heard a clack from the minefield. He alarmed the others. Fear had left everyone breathless. There was a strange reticence. Everyone was expecting a horrible thing. The longer the silent moments of waiting, the bigger the people's panic and fear. They were sticking to the rocks and sandbags more and more, like they were rooting into the soil. The clack repeated in the field. The troops got on standby in prone position. The critical circumstance had taken our breath away. An urgent call was made to the division headquarters which was on a high alert. The mortars and artillery groups were

Firstly, the 600 knew that someone made a mistake on the commands to attack. In stanza two of “The Charge of the Light Brigade,” it states that the soldiers knew a person made a mistake. “Not though the soldier knew someone had blundered.” These texts prove that the brigade knew a mistake was made. Even though the troops knew they were charging to the gates of hell, they charged valiantly.

It is clear from Watkin’s accounts that men were ready to die for their country on both sides, but especially the Confederates in the South. There was a belief in the rights of Southern states. Most of these men knew they would die in battle, and they were prepared to do so. One account of this is Watkins’ recollection of the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain. They were just beginning to fight on June 27th, and Watkins said, “We all knew it was but the dead calm that precedes the storm,” (Watkins, 130). He mentioned that during the nights you could hear the shrieks and screams of “poor fellows left on the field,” (Watkins, 131). Those screams of pain foreshadowed the official outcome for most soldiers. It was as if there was no chance they would survive the war.

The span of this narrative takes place Thirty years prior to current time, in Two Thousand and Seventeen. At the time I was a young and well educated Osteopathic surgeon, however I had quite little experience with the field as the majority of patients came for infections in the foot rather than bone and muscle pain. I remember I had a child patient on the first week of 2017, a young man no older than 5 with a horrid infection within his big toe due to the digging of the nail. But nitrogen wasn’t able to fix it, so he had to have a quarter of his foot removed in an unnecessarily long procedure. This wasn't the first time this had happened, however I had grown tired of infection. Only people who deserved a bad condition should have it.

The carnage at St. Francis deserves a brunt of the detail. It was now good marching ground and the men pressed on with celerity till on the 22nd day after their departure from Crown Point, one of them, by climbing a tree, discovered the village of St. Francis at three miles distance, when the party were ordered to halt and refresh themselves. At eight o'clock in the evening, Major Rogers, Lieut. Turner and Ensign Avery left the company and went forward for the purpose of reconnoitering the place. They found the Indians engaged in a dance, evidently entertaining no apprehensions of an enemy in the vicinity. They returned about two o'clock in the morning and at three o'clock, Rogers advanced with the whole party, within three hundred yards of the village, where the men were lightened of their packs and formed for action. About an hour after this, the Indians broke up their dances and retired to their cabins for repose; and soon the whole village was asleep, the more oblivious from the weariness induced by their late diversion. About half an hour before dawn, the troops, having been arranged in three divisions for the purpose of making simultaneous attacks, in as many directions, were ordered to advance. Never was a place more completely surprised, nor in a condition less capable of making any sort of