Soldier Camp Recount

To be engaged in war is to be engaged in an armed conflict. Death is an all too ordinary product of war. It is an unsolicited reward for many soldiers that are fighting for their country’s own fictitious freedom. For some of these men, the battlefield is a glimpse into hell, and for others, it is a means to heaven. Many people worry about what happens during war and what will become of their loved ones while they’re fighting, but few realize what happens to those soldiers once they come home. The short stories "Soldier's Home” by Ernest Hemingway and "Speaking of Courage” by Tim O'Brien explore the thematic after effects of war and how it impacts a young person's life. Young people who

      The thing that stuck out most in my grandfather mind he said was; “looking forward to go home”. The war got tough in many ways and situations which made my him wish he was home with his family again.

The story, A Soldiers Home, is about a man in conflict with the past and present events in his life. The young man’s name is Harold Krebs. He recently returned from World War 1 to find everything almost exactly the same as when he left. He moved back into his parents house, where he found the same car sitting in the same drive way. He also found the girls looking the same, except now they all had short hair. When he returned to his home town in Oklahoma the hysteria of the soldiers coming home was all over. The other soldiers had come home years before Krebs had so everyone was over the excitement. When he first returned home he didn’t want to talk about the war at all. Then, when he suddenly felt the urge and need to talk about it no one

He was born during World War I. He herd the old men tell the stories of what happened when they were in World War II. All of his family members went to some war in their life time. His Uncles Guadalcanal, North Africa and the battle of the Bulge, his Cousins stories of Korea. Then finally it was his and his brothers turn, they had joined the marines just in time for the for the Cuban Missile crisis. After that his friends going to Vietnam tasting defeat the only war that America has ever lost. Finally it is his sons turn and he gets the other end of the deal. He doesn’t know if his son will be able to tell him his stories of his war or if he will have to cry at his grave.

An older man is slumped in a rigid metal chair. He is barely visible over the multiple rows of people surrounding him. His hands clasp his seat, trying to steady the rest of his body. A few tears trail down his rough cheek. The final notes of taps echo across the gymnasium. My brain takes a while to adjust to the fact that I had just seen my grandpa cry. I had never seen this tough yet loving man break down like that. I wanted to rush over to hug and comfort him. He located me in the crowd and shook his head, smiling. This was his moment. He finally acknowledged the sacrifices he had made, and was feeling true appreciation for his service. A simple middle school Veterans Day program was what it took to break through some of the pain of his

My reaction to this short story was one of sadness and fear. My husband is a soldier in the U.S. Army, and this short story resonates very personally with me. I hear war stories all time; from my husband, from his friends, and from the other Army wives. O’Brien’s stories and experiences remind me of all the other sad and horrific stories that I have heard. But what is even sadder is that those not

Walking From Boston to New York I thought that we would never win the battle against the British. I couldn’t believe that I was going to go to war with the British. The British had so much more experience than we did, There were some people who didn’t even have one bit of experience with weapons. Surely, I was nervous about going to battle. The whole time getting ready I thought about how much I’d miss my wife and our three children Lilia, Bethany, and Lucas. I thought to myself one day I won’t have to write to them, I can see them and tell them stories about the war. Right now all I need to think about is battling the British and surviving at the same time. Therefore, When going to battle being intrepid we

Walking to New York From Boston was when I thought that we would never win the battle against the British. I couldn’t believe that I was going to go to war with the British. The British had so much more experience than we did, There were some people who didn’t even have one bit of experience with weapons. Surely, I was nervous of going to battle. The whole time getting ready I thought about how much I’d miss my wife and are three children Lilia, beathanny, and Lucas. I thought to myself one day I won’t have to write to them, I can see them and tell them stories about the war. Right now all I need to think about is battling the British and surviving at the same time. When going to battle being intrepid we were

Many soldiers who return from the war suffer for many years. During the war, soldiers go through many different experiences. I came from a small military family; from two grandfathers, to my step-father. My grandfather Vaughn Clark was in World War Two, and I was never

First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt once wrote in a letter to President Harry Truman that, “No one won the last war, and no one will win the next war.” As civilians it is hard for us to imagine the unspeakable horrors that soldiers face while on the battlefield. It is equally hard to understand how they come back home so very different than the men and women we saw off at the airport all those years ago. Many soldiers have said that they went to war as a boy and came back without a mind; even though they ‘won the war’, the costs outweighed the benefits because they have to carry all of the things they did in the war zone with them the rest of their lives. In The Things They Carried, Vietnam veteran Tim O’Brien repeatedly says that he has an intense need to write down the stories of his oversees experiences even though the memories are too painful to think about. With that in mind, this essay seeks to answer the questions: Does writing about their experience help soldiers cope? What about Tim O’Brien; does writing about his experiences seem to give him any sort of relief at all?

Through the years 1939 through 1945 there was the terrifying tragedy of World War II. It wrecked people’s homes and nations, killed many families and friends. However, the true destruction it caused was on the mind, the psyches and the sanity of the loved ones waiting at home and the men in battle. I am Louie Zamperini and this is my story from the war, and how I was unbroken.

As I left my foxhole, Lieutenant Gipson quickly spotted me and instructed me to walk over. He told me that he wanted me to help him dig his foxhole. He commanded me to go retrieve the shovels from behind the tree across the sod. I hurried over to the tree and got a hold of the shovels. When I laid hands on both of the shovels, both of my hands still shivering and shaking. I could hardly even pick them up, so I decided to lug them under my armpits. I was certain my hands were quivering because as Azar fell to the ground when Lieutenant Gipson hit him, I remember him striking my hand with his head as he fell down. I knew they were going to quit behaving like this. When I made it to Lieutenant Gipson’s area, my hands were still shaking. I didn’t know how I was going to be of service to Lieutenant Gipson since I could not hold the shovel properly. Consequently, I told him that I broke both of my hands, so I was unable to help him. As a consequence, he told me to sit down out of his way. We started talking and that’s when he began to tell me his life story and how he got here in Vietnam. He told me that he was from Mississippi and both of his parents got slaughtered by the Ku Klux Klan when he was 18. His mother had always wanted him to go and fight in the military. However, he wanted to attend university and study medicine. When his parents passed away, he instantly knew that he had to go fight for America to satisfy his mother’s orders. He told me that he wanted to see everything in his mother’s viewpoint as she was a wise woman. He looked in his bag and showed me is father’s boxing gloves from his last boxing match before he died. He also told me that the night of his last boxing match is when he could not make it because he was in trouble with the cops for burning down one of the member’s house. He didn’t regret the events of his childhood because it was the reason why he is fighting in

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On March 25th, 2017, I interviewed Charlotte “Putse” McCarroll who was born on June 3rd, 1935 in Cyrus, Minnesota. I asked her about her life and experiences during WWII. She doesn’t recall much about the actual War. She was a 4-year-old child during the start of the War and was in grade school when the War ended. She didn’t have any family members that she remembers actually being in the War. Putse told me that while the war was occurring she just stayed at home or went to school. She kind of remembers gathering around with her family and just praying for it to end. She said that life was very different because everyone was scared and no one knew what was going to happen. She thought to herself that anything could