The Day Of The Desert

In the book The Summer of the Mariposas, there is a connection with an Ancient Greek story called the Odyssey. Some characters are also similar in both stories. The witch Cecilia and the Greek witch Circe can have connections with appearance, with actions, and with the rest of the influence on the story. Circe had great influence and many similarities on the Summer of the Mariposas witch, Cecilia. This is something of great importance, and will show how this similarity can be seen with other characters and other books.

There is no food, I am cold, and have little humor, I want to go home. This is only some of the horrible things happening. It is 1777 and George Washington has several 1,000 troops settled at Valley Forge. We are here to fight for are freedom from the british. It is winter here and us men are not doing well. The real question is: Will I Quit? I have served my time.Things have been so bad, I am deciding to quit and not re-enlist. The 3 reasons I want to leave are so many are sick, awful living conditions, and I don’t want to die.

The country I would like to visit is Venezuela. And a holiday that is celebrated in Venezuela in October is Dia De Los Muertos or The Day of the Dead. The Day of the Dead is celebrated on October 31 to November 2. Although many people think the Day of the Dead is Halloween, it is different than Halloween. The Day of the Dead celebrates the dead but not their death and the sadness of them but the full period of life’s they had and how the holiday actual worships death. People celebrate by going to the cemetery’s and decorating the persons grave and they also celebrate at home by making an altar and giving offerings on the altar such as food, clothes and other things. People also celebrate with special foods and symbolic goods like candy skulls,

and lie on the floor with their hands behind their back. The two passengers followed the order,

The year is 1778, the place is Valley Forge in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. George Washington and many other revolutionary soldiers are here. I am one of them. Valley Forge is a Winter Camp that we have built to keep an eye on the British army. When I arrived here in 1777, I was not exactly a perfectly healthy man, and I am far from healthy now. Life here is torture. Everyday I see my friends and fellow soldiers die. I have been here eight whole months with only one more to go. I cannot wait to leave this godforsaken place. But George Washington and an abundance of other soldiers would like me to stay to fight for this soon-to-be country. However, I can not stay here, for it is unbearable. There is not enough food to go around, illness and

I’m cold, I can’t breath through the thick smoke, and a quarter of the men I went to war with are dead. At Valley Forge we have extremely poor living conditions. 3,989 out of 8,000 soldiers are ill. I decided to re-enlist for three reasons which are honoring my country, helping the unfortunate soldiers, and destroying Great Britain’s tyranny.

The freezing air is blowing as I lay in bed listening to the soldiers moan struggling to survive in this harsh war. There are many bitter conditions here at Valley Forge. There is a big risk staying here as we struggle to stay alive. My hut is filled with smoke and is surrounded by the cold snow. We have huts that are a few feet long and have a small fireplace on one side and a door on the other. The food here is horrible and barely keeps us alive. We get a small piece of meat each day and a little bit of cornmeal. I have decided to re-enlist for 3 reasons which are that I need to fight for a cause, to help the sick and dying army, and to get my family and aging mother into a free country.

“Acknowledged. Delta get ready we’re almost at the LZ!” Rex ordered. His squad jumped up and grabbed their gear which was spread across the ship. They all checked the power on their weapons and checked the communication links between their

this plane was overrun by the brave passengers that occupied the flight and was forced into

approached the cockpit and watched the pilot, gauging if he was alive, at which point, he still was. The book

A hot and blistering day, no clouds insight as the sun beams my face. So excruciating, my face smells like burnt trash. As I am waiting for the bus to pass by, there are several children playing on the swings across the street. The bus arrives and off I go heading to a town known for "Hope". As I arrive to the town of Plateros. I marched like wild fire to the temple. The journey, not an easy journey because I had to push and shove people out of the way just to get to the temple. It seems if I was back in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. Finally, as I stand at the front gates which happens to be massive? So massive they appeared to be touching the sky. I strolled through the gate and notice all the stairs just to get to the top. I remember the time of the Aztec 's pyramids where they would do human sacrifices for their Gods. As I make my way up the stairs like a captive. Once at the top of the stairs I stood this beautiful temple and what caught my eye was the outer structure.

I then herd the others officers enter the residence and I heard serval load sounds

|left him with his whole upper torso out of the aircraft, and only his legs inside. The door to the flight deck was blown out, It blocked|

After successfully ditching the plane in mid-river, the aircrew began to evacuate the 150 passengers immediately. While some passengers were evacuated through the four mid-cabin emergency window exits, others were evacuated through the front right passenger door. The rescue efforts involving local ferries and tugs began almost immediately with some passengers standing on the wings of the floating plane while others entered life rafts. In addition to these local ferries and tugs, police helicopters, rescue divers and Coast Guard vessels among others joined the rescue efforts.

This event caused an enormous fuss at the airport, and I could feel the heat of my red face boiling of shame for being the center of attention at that moment. Once the clutter of the corrupt employee quieted down, I went to check my luggage. Although the line was not so long, it took an eternity for me to receive assistance, since the only two clerks available at the time for that function had a lively talk and did not appear to be in any hurry to attend the line of impatient travelers. Finally, my turn came! The young woman took my documentation with such slow movements that her arms gave the impression of having five-pound weights attached to each hand, and then she asked me to put my luggage on a digital scale to my side. I did not have much in my suitcase, only clothes for a week, a couple of family photos, and a small, fluffy, pink bag with my makeup, body lotions, and my favorite perfume that smelled like the ocean in Hawaii impregnated with the exotic fragrance of the Plumerias. Since everything was in order with the weight, they tagged my luggage and put it on the baggage belt while my eyes followed it until it disappeared behind the curtains.