The British In Battle-Personal Narrative

If I could go back to any time in the world, I would go back to France in October 1944 on the Western Front. World War Two has always interested me. Being able to see the revolutionary weapons would be incredible. I would also love to take part in such a historic and epic war. War is a horrible event that plays a major part in human development.

The great man tinkered with his little motor. He worked in an eerie silence. The echoes of metallic tools reverberated through the area. The workshop was very spacious, a large opened room with several cluttered work desk scattered about the area. Loose pages littered the tile floor, stretching from wall to wall; illustrated with the man's genius rantings.

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.

It is now the end of the war and I feel that I have changed a lot over the course of these five years. At the beginning of the war I was a small, boy who loved to go to school and listen to Shad’s lessons. My top priority was learning and then helping my mother on the farm. (Hunt, 13) Once my brothers and Shad left for war my family was divided, with Bill on the Confederate side and everyone else on the Union side. (41) As the war goes on and Shad stops being my teacher I don’t like school as much as I did before. My father has a heart attack and I need to step up to help my family more. (91) The most important thing to me now is making sure my family is all right, school is enjoyable but not as important. Getting letters from my John, Eb,

“War is horrible, but slavery is worse, and you may be sure that the British people would rather go down fighting than live in servitude.”⁷ By July 10th, 1940, Germany had overrun Europe using Blitzkrieg method and then declared war on Great Britain. This war was the first military campaign in history to be fought entirely in the air. Conquering all the odds, the Royal Air Force stood alone and defeated the German Luftwaffe. Even when facing certain defeat, Britain prevailed. The leadership of Great Britain, radar, and the Royal Air Force without a doubt were the three most crucial reasons into why Britain prevailed.

The Battle of Britain was the first battle in World War 2 where the Germans had suffered a big loss. It was an aerial battle between the Royal Air Force (RAF) and the German Air Force (Luftwaffe). It was the first battle fought entirely by the air force and would last from the 10th of July to the 31st of October 1940. The Battle of Britain was an extremely influential battle that occurred and would influence the outcome of World War 2 as the Luftwaffe had received a lethal blow, and would never fully recover from this loss.

It wasn't until now that I discovered that working with my peers and collaborating ideas makes everything so much easier. In all my years here at visa I never really liked to share and collaborate so instead I would just do everything on my own and it would be a hassle because I’d struggle. Then Came up a project that I had a really big interest in since my younger years. In my history class we were in the World War 1 unit. This Unit was brought up to my attention by Mr. Dewaele because he knew I wanted to join the military and I was so passionate about this unit because I'd take a camo backpack to school and he would pretend that my backpack wasn't there because it was camoflauge. Mr. Dewaele would rely on me when it would come to military

I sat in the front seat of our van with a nervous feeling. I was going to run the 1600 at the second Battle Ground middle school track meet. Exactly a week before I had run the mile 2 times in one day. The first time was on the Amboy track with the big hill. I got a 7:53, breaking my record by 11 seconds for the Amboy track. The second time was at the first Battle Ground middle school track meet. I got a 7:15, breaking my record of 7:33. I was all sore from running the mile earlier in the day. So my goal this time was to break seven minutes

Standing at a cremation ground the men with white mask walked over to me and took my brother of my back, they held his by one hand and two feet then placed him in the fire. I stood there without moving and watched the flames. I bite my lip so hard that it shone blood. The flames burned low like the sun going down. I turned around and walked silently away.

Disclaimer: I’m using material from my previous Journal because it was over chapter 5-7 and this one is over the second half of chapter 7 through chapter 8.

The sounds above me wouldn’t scare a foreigner. But here, it was a little different.

Now this is getting to become a serious military war. Many of the transformers and army have been trying to scout out for any decepticons. I'm going to have to go with Bumblebee and Optimus and stay safe on this trip. We were just driving and out of nowhere a bunch of decepticons came and so it was a big fight against Autobots and decepticons. There was a lot of robots getting destroyed and trying there best to keep everyone they can safe. I had to stay cover and try to help but I mainly tried to stay safe. We have had a lot of decepticons shooting at us I don't know how long we can last. Were doing out best but it looks like Megatron is going to fight Optimus. I've been trying to keep calm and analyze what is going on and it's scary to know

September 20th, 2016 was the day I was dreading the most out of the whole year. That was the day when my boyfriend of almost two years would be leaving to begin his training as a United States Army Military Policeman. We had to wake up at six in the morning to begin our journey to the Gloucester Army Reserve office where his recruiter would take him to the Richmond International Airport to begin his trip to Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri. Saying goodbye to somebody who has been by my side nonstop for the past two years was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Little did I know, the next five months would be nothing but a few phone calls and occasional letters by mail.

In the summer of 1940, shortly after the Germans successfully invaded France, the struggle to gain air superiority was fought between the Royal Air Force of Great Britain and the Luftwaffe of Germany. This air campaign, known as the Battle of Britain, was Hitler's first step in his plan to invade England. However, the Luftwaffe were unsuccessful and the battle was won by the British. This essay will examine the factors behind the victory, accounting for both the RAF's successes and the errors of the Luftwaffe.

Shots pierced around me. I scurried across the grass for somewhere to have cover. My leg bled constantly, while pain was shooting throughout my leg. The blood oozed. I found a tree that had a wide trunk. I went around it, and there in front of my eyes was an opening that was big enough for a person to fit in it. I didn't know if it was a trap or safety. I had to take the chance, the piercing pain in my leg was too much. I walked through and I was able to stand up in it. In front of me was a curtain. I pushed it to one side. “Hands up or I’ll shoot.” I stopped. The voice didn’t sound much older than me. “Please,” I begged, “I just need help with my leg.” I cautiously turned around and there behind me was a girl around my age, 15. She was around