Short Story: Nurse Ratched AKA Killer Mccestie

Paragraph 33 depicts, “There, on the western front, he was killed trying to carry a message between battalions under heavy artillery fire,” providing a scene of Treptow death for his country. The depiction adds interest and emotional appeal; fulfilling the functions of making the point of sacrifice more vivid, and successfully illustrating the situation using strong language.

Some of the bullets managed to hit some of the barrels which caused a chain reaction of explosions. Soldiers everywhere were returning fire while other gasping for help. Fletcher scanned around the room for Marcel. He saw him lying behind a brick wall as cover. He seemed to be severely injured as his hand, tainted with blood, covered of what seemed to be several bullet holes. Fletcher couldn’t believe what was happening. There were soldiers lying lifeless here and there. It was complete chaos. Fletcher knew he had been fooled. He knew that secretly there was no prize. He knew that he had to

The air is cluttered from the blasting of cannons, and it is hard to see with the darkness all around us. Piercing sounds of gunshots and pain come from all angles, making France seem like the perfect setting for a nightmare. The ground beneath me shakes like an earthquake every time a cannon is blasted, and it is difficult to keep my balance. The fear that I feel at this moment must only be a portion of what the soldiers are feeling on the battlefield. Smells of dirt and dust linger in the air, and I can’t breathe quite right. There is nothing but terror on this battlefield, and lives are being lost at every moment. I can hear the soldiers yelling at the top of their lungs, “Fire! Fire! Charge!” The British and German soldiers are both yelling commands from all angles, and even horses are understanding. I see horses leaping over barbed wire, dodging bullets, and doing everything they can to keep their soldiers on their backs. Everyone involved in this war, whether German or British, is courageous. German soldiers are dragging their wounded soldiers through the thick mud to try to save their lives. Horses are taking bullets for their soldiers. This is a bloody battle, and the pouring rain is only making this battle harder to

My teeth chatter, and my heart races as I step onto the battlefield. I finally take a deep breath and muster up my courage. Not only this, but also when I kill a German, although it feels relieving at first, a sense of guilt dawns upon me. I wonder, if I met that person’s family, how sorrowful and infuriated they would feel to find out that I murdered their son.

Then when he was going to run and see if he knows the man who he was fighting to give his respect. “the sniper darted around the street a machine gun tore the ground around him with a hail of bullets but he escaped”. While being hurt he goes to give his respect to the fallen sniper but while doing so he put himself in danger and the risk of getting hurt more so he had to be brave to do

“This is fantastic,” Freddie, says ducking behind a barrel to avoid detection as a spotlight slowly passes by the alley entrance. Peeking from his hiding place, he notices the many shattered windows, missing bricks, and crumbling walls. With a long glance at the debris, the sound of gunshots startled him.

All they can see is basically smoke. It's everywhere. All the young soldiers get on the line ready to fight. They are surrounded by many of the older soldiers. They know they can not run away from this. Henry is still thinking about it though. He knows he would be named a coward though. Henry's lieutenant is shot in the hand as soon as the gun shots are started.

BANG, BANG, the gun fires off. She knows what she has done is wrong, but she did not know what to do, he had to pay for what he has done. She stands there looking at his cold lifeless body lying on the hardwood floor, she sees blood leaking onto the floor. She cannot stay here, she puts the gun down beside him and flees, she does not know where she is going, she just knows she has to run.

“Which of you put the bullet in my head?” The judge pressed against his cheek, she already has his blood on her and figures why go for the clean kill? Had they honored her would-be

Three days ago her life had irreparably changed forever. On their way home from the practice fields, laughing, and joking with their men, a sniper had taken them both out with one bullet.

BOOOOOM!!! Herd Andrew, shaking with fear on the landing craft. Taking a sip of alcohol while looking in the distance with his 16 other friends in Omaha Beach. Suddenly The doors slap hard on the sand opening entrance to the battle zone. BANG!!! BANG!!!!! Shot were fired too Andrew’s Landing boat .Andrew with fear grabbing his cross chain and kissing it and praying to god he doesn't die. The bullets from Nazis Killing 6 soldiers in the boat. Everyone jumped off the boat as Fast as they would like a waterfall. Andrew and his Brother john took cover with the rest of soldiers barriers with holes in while having rain of bullets pouring down on them.

In an instant, the gun was pointing at the soldier's head. His eyes were frightened, his hands were up, begging for something. The prisoner didn’t understand that language. He pulled the trigger.

BOOM! A gun went off, and hit one of his men. He raced toward the wounded soldier. He knew him well, as he did all of the other men in

The heavy noise of the cannons behind the small front line boats stopped and men began splashing the water with the wood in their hands. The engines slowed until the soldiers barely felt the movements. The water turned clear, ready for innocent blood to mix in with the salt, and the ripples came to a halt. The General took a deep breath, as if it were his last, and faced the men. He spoke in a low voice. “Water is five feet deep. Wait for my signal and start charging-” he glanced over his shoulder at the remainder of his troop he had grown to love over the past weeks of ruthless training. “Remember, you are the front line, the most important. I’ll bet everything I have that the bloody Germans are waiting for us at that beach. Weaken them! If this is goodbye gentlemen, let it be a good one. For America!” he yelled, nodding his head

Ben appeared out of the bush about ten yards to my left and said “Cassie, Ringer is down! Come quick!” Teacup and I raced over to Ben on the ground next to Ringer. She was bleeding like crazy. It was everywhere. Ringer was close to bawling her eyes out because she was is so much pain. She was shot in her lower back.