The Army Of The Potomac Had Stopped At The War College

Dawn broke through the tops of the trees; the fine rays of sunlight, glimmering off the needle-shaped leaves as they swayed in the soft winter winds. No more than a day ago the snowstorms had ceased. The blizzards had frozen men alive in their tracks, or as they slept through the night, life had drifted from their stone cold bodies. But now all was calm. Nothing stirred but the delicate snow falling upon the fields, capping the tall soldier pines and burying the glaze-eyed, petrified figures. The remaining troops were dwindling by the days. Too war-torn and starved to produce the usual racket that could be heard among the cohort. The only sound they ever seemed to make, was the constant cantankerous whining for a fire; or else the moans as

New replacement soldiers arrive at the camp outside of Metz after the battle at Verdun. Replacement Allen Hayes gets put in the experienced 4th platoon, because of his great achievements at boot camp. During his first day, he was lost, clueless, and afraid. His commanding officer of his platoon is Lt. Arthur.

In the first section of the text, the sergeant lists questions that his troops would ask him that he was responsible for answering. This was usually a simple task. But when one of his men got shot and and asked “Sergeant? Sergeant?” (210), he did not know how to answer. This comparison of mere questions in different contexts develops the point the

The next morning, groggily, John and his new friend woke up to the triumphant yells of generals. The grass was damp from the night before for it had rained a thunderous rain. John’s general, General Hartford, was a stern looking man and didn’t like goofing off at all. Every time a soldier peeped a word while marching he would hit them with the end of his sword and tell them to stop talking. John marched alongside his new friend and didn’t say a word. After hours of marching they took a break and ate a small lunch of an apple and very watered-down soup. Once John started his bowl of soup a large boy walked over. He was about the age of twenty-three and had a messed up smile and didn’t talk clearly. He yelled, “Gimme your soup or I’ll beat you

It was 1930 at the railhead on Fort Bragg; they had completed loading the equipment on the big black iron monster of a train, and covering them with heavy black tarps, which they secured to the flatbeds. Colonel Lambert was no longer running the combat train; he remained back in Washington D.C. with his command, the 3rd Infantry Regiment. With the Army of the Potomac less than thirty miles out of the capital it was time for him to return to his duties. He placed Major Reese Sales in charge of this particular mission; it was of the highest importance and no doubt would make a huge difference in the fight against General Magnus and his Army. There were only a few people aware of the cargo that was being transported north, the Major of course, Colonel Lambert, Brigadier General Clayton – who’s idea it was, and the post commander of Fort Bragg.

"We stood around awaiting orders of some kind. General Quarters sounded and I started for my battle station in secondary aft. As I passed through casement nine I noted the gun was manned and being trained out. The men seemed extremely calm and collected. I reached the boat deck and our anti-aircraft guns were in full action, firing very rapidly. I was about three quarters of the way to the first platform on the mast when it seemed as though a bomb struck our quarterdeck. I could hear shrapnel or fragments whistling past me. As soon as I reached the first platform, I saw Second Lieutenant Simonson lying on his back with blood on his shirt front. I bent over him and taking him by the shoulders asked if there was anything I could do. He was dead, or so nearly so that speech was

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

He believed in his Sailors and they had a lot of them sitting around doing nothing these days. Hundreds had gone AWOL feeling that the US Navy was all but dead. Fort Story was a joint operation base with Naval Amphibious Base Battle Creek. The Navy there was deeply embedded with Army and recently were deployed along with the Soldiers. The Army command there had set up a crash course in combat survival for the Sailors, they were re-trained by the Army to patrol and fight along with the Soldiers. That’s what he needed, then it hit him, ‘why couldn’t the Marines do the same thing here? Granted they were all aviation Marines but weren’t all Marines combat rifleman first?’ Then there was the company of Marines that was on one of the ships in port that were now being used to provide security.

I opened the door to the main deck, the sounds of gunshots near and far. The smell of gunpowder filled my lungs and I found it hard to breathe. I always did. The endless waves of people, coming to face their slaughter, both sides never winning but always losing as the days drew shorter. As the sunset began we knew all our fighting would come to an end as others would take over, for tomorrow at sunrise we would start again. But for now we had about an hour left, “solider come here and help me with this ammunition” it was Sergeant Kirk, he has a fierce reputation on our ship the HMAS Sydney. I hurried over to help him move ammunition under the deck, and then rushed back to my station to meet up with Ryan, a small bloke with black hair, bit of stubble and an olive tan. We both come from the same city and we met on board the ship. We were in charge of the flak cannon on the port side of the ship. A

For several days in succession fragments of a defeated army had passed through the town. They were mere disorganized bands, not disciplined forces. The men wore long, dirty beards and tattered uniforms; they advanced in listless fashion, without a flag, without a leader. All seemed exhausted, worn out, incapable of thought or resolve, marching onward merely by force of habit, and dropping to the ground with fatigue the moment they halted. One saw, in particular, many enlisted men, peaceful citizens, men who lived quietly on their income, bending beneath the weight of their rifles; and little active volunteers, easily frightened but full of enthusiasm, as eager to attack as they were ready to take to flight; and amid these, a sprinkling of red-breeched soldiers, the pitiful remnant of a division cut down in a great battle; somber artillerymen, side by side with nondescript foot-soldiers; and, here and there, the gleaming helmet of a heavy-footed dragoon who had difficulty in keeping up with the quicker pace of the soldiers of the line. Legions of irregulars with high-sounding names "Avengers of Defeat," "Citizens of the Tomb," "Brethren in Death"--passed in their turn, looking like banditti.

Passing the Jefferson Memorial he headed over the Potomac River and on to the Pentagon. The front gate of the parking lot offered the usual credential check and let him on through. Closing in on five is this place was starting to buzz with activity. This was normal shift time for the military in a facility that never closed. Again he found his reserved parking space near the front it even had his name on a sign Reserved Gen. Hunter. He wondered whose name would be on it tomorrow, people and officers are always falling in and out of favor. His replacement would be up to General Armstrong he had made his recommendations to him but that didn't mean much. The Military was politics and vice versa. The General was a good man and valued his advice

The sounds of the aircraft's flying past the camp woke up Alex and I. I was nervous about are training so I asked Alex if he was ready to shoot a gun. Sgt Miller yelled “Rise and Shine magots.” Everyone in the sleeping quarters woke up to the yelling. Sgt Miller wanted us to get dressed and meet him at the gun range. Alex and I got their last. Sgt Miller handed me and Alex a M1A1 Carbine, the gun weighed a ton. Sgt Miller told everyone to go to a target and get ready to shoot. Alex and I were getting in position to shoot. Sgt Miller yelled “Fire.” Alex hit the left arm of the paper target. I hit right in the middle of the head. Sgt Miller said to me “Kevin shoot again for me.” I shoot again and it hit right in the middle of the head again.

A couple of hours before Jenkin’s tragic death, a sergeant named Sergeant Carroll went into the squad’s tent to say a prayer for the death of Jenkins. After the prayer, the squad has time to talk about what they want to be in the future. A soldier named Monaco tells the squad about how he was good at sports when he was in high school. Another man who was an African-American soldier named Brew says he wants to be a priest, and a Jewish boy from California named Lobel says he wants to have a job in the movie industry. Then the squad was sent to a village called Chieu Hoi to give food to the people of the village.Then Sergeant Simpson tells Peewee and Perry that the leader of their company, Captain Stewart, wants to put them in more dangerous missions for a reason that benefits only the captain. And the Captain can be promoted only if he kills more enemy troops. The next day, Peewee receives a letter from his girlfriend, telling him that she is going to marry another man. After a few days of nothing important happening, the squad is sent on a mission that is uneventful.Then, Lieutenant Carroll tells Perry about his medical profile is still not processed. The Lieutenant then gives Perry the opportunity to get himself to stop fighting in Vietnam. Perry has the choice to chose between to keep himself safe and have his friends risk their lives or Perry can stay in Vietnam with his comrades and potentially die. But Perry decided to stay in Vietnam to fight alongside with his comrades instead of keeping himself safe from harm.

"Solider, I understand that.......is that Tom Jones?" Scout pointed behind the Solider, when he turned to look behind him the scout leapt past him, bolting up the stairs (He could have sworn he heard a snicker) as the team captain screamed after him. He ducked into Spy's room, shutting the door as quickly and quietly as possible. "What are you doing here, you foolish boy?" Scout flinched and the thick French accent that sounded behind him. "Hey Spy, how ya feeling?" Scout asked as he turned to face the Frenchman who was currently sitting in a luxurious arm chair with a glass of wine in one hand and a book in the other. "That is none of your concern, get out." Spy snarled, at that Scout slid back out into the hallway, once again closing the door as quietly as possible, padding quietly to Snipers room. He knocked lightly on the door "Snipes? You alright in there? You need some Aspirin? Water? Anything?" He opened the door carefully, sliding in and closing it behind him. Sniper was sitting in the corner of the room, cleaning the barrel of his shotgun. "What do you want, Scout" Sniper asked, not looking up from his work. "I was just checking in on you. You took a nasty fall today, I can get some pain meds if you need it." Scout responded, hoping the Australian would ask him to get something for him. "All I want is some peace and

We knew more people would be coming. We started heading back home to tell the others what was going on. We had to hurry and go back to the woods where we know they couldn’t find us. When we got back home, they all knew something bad had happened. Jesse said,” he heard a big explosion!” We all agreed going back to the mountains; staying there until we came up with a plan leaving our home was the hardest thing that could happen to us. We had gotten to the camp setting up for the night there were airplanes, sirens all night long .In the morning no one ate anything, we all were figuring out a plan to get ours country back. We heard a plane, it was one of ours we all thought it was a sign of hope, but then it got shot down by one of the Russians. We were teens we didn’t know what we were doing, then Trevor told us about his time working at the gas department where they deliver gas in big trucks he said, “they have big semi-trucks full of gas.’ it gave us an idea the only way the Russians got into our town was crossing the bridge, that connects us to the other side without that bridge there wouldn’t be any way of getting in, or out it was a great plan, but we need more ammunition we decide going into town to get the ammunition it was hard we couldn’t be seen. Trevor found out that the Russians would go around town searching the building making sure no one was in there hiding. We went around getting supplies for us including, the guns.