The Death of a Soldier Out of the corner of my eye I saw a large camp. Men and women suffering at the hands of these Nazi criminals. We closed in on the camp rifles raised, sweat pouring down our head. We got to the last woodline before the camp when we stopped.
“Abraham you circle around the back,” I whispered “ Zelda you go around to the right.”
“Who put you in charge,” said Zelda angeraly
“I was put in charge when this became personal,” I said grabbing Zelda and hitting him off a near by three.
I moved in on the front gate and crouched. I waited for the two men to come into sight then jumped up shot the man on the right in the chest, turned and shot the man on the left in the head. I took two steps forward and jumped over the fence.
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On the second floor there were three rooms a armory, a office, and a sleeping quarters. I entered the sleeping quarters. Three sleeping vultures waiting for roadkill to please their appetite. The men sat up, and I made them line up side by side. I shot the first man in the head, the bullet passed through him and killed the other two men. The room a splatter painting of blood.
Abraham killed all the men outside of the base making his way toward the prisoners. Abraham freed all of the Jewish prisoners, but Abraham did not see his mother. From across the camp came a woman's blood curdling scream. Abraham told the Jews to sit as he ran like a cheetah across the camp. A man was holding Abraham’s mother forcing her to her knees. The man pulled up his luger and amid it as her head. Abraham sprinted and tackled the German man. Raising his hands the German man threw a punch at Abraham. Abraham caught the punch and slammed his elbow into shoulder breaking it. Screams filled the air, the man clutched his shoulder in his left hand. Abraham began to punch him in the face relentless blows splattering blood by his head. Abraham grabbed the man's throat and made him look him in the eyes as he slowly faded away and died.
“Mom are you alright,” Abraham asked standing up with blood on his hands.
“Abraham what are you doing here,” yelled Abrahams mother.
“When they took you, Peter and I enrolled in the military,” Abraham explained pain spilling out of his voice.
“Follow me,” Ordered
War! Horrid War! The atrocities of World War II that the Germans committed in the confines of their concentration camps are all but forgotten. The American novelist, travel writer and journalist Martha Gellhorn knew all too well about the atrocities that occurred at the infamous Dachau concentration camp in southern Germany. She gives an expository recount from the point of view of herself and the surviving prisoners of war. She details the prisoners’ stories and her own visit to the camp from after the Americans had liberated it from the Germans in 1945. Gellhorn does so with attention for detail and uses language techniques such as personification to bring the abhorrent scene to life in the reader’s mind. We also learn about the awful treatment of the prisoners and the abominable experiments the Germans conducted.
Over 200 million deaths estimated in just three wars. There are many factors that could play into these death tolls. The amount of deaths in each war over the years with the more and more advanced technology is different than the wars in the earlier years with different weapons but more hostile actions and a longer time period.
The outstretched, everlasting field of grass flew past my eyes as I was driven across the cracked bumpy road with 10 other prisoners. The old rusted truck making noises every time we hit a crack in the road. In the distance I could see the huge flag of the Nazis. The blood red background and jet black lines crossing each other was the symbol of this terrible time.
The next few moments of my life after my arrival to Auschwitz happened in rapid succession and yet I know if I live a hundred years I will never forget a single second. Although I don’t know if I will live. We didn’t know the place to which we came, but I know only too well what it is
He, who arrived at the scene first, parked near the bank and leaped out from his vehicle scurrying through the bank’s parking lot. Sgt. Salazar detects and appears at the exterior security
Soldiers did not die only from warfare casualties,especially the war atmosphere in the trenches brought health issues and diseases which caused most of the death during WW1.Some of this diseases were caused because of weather change , lack of hygiene and the filthy environment.Many of this diseases were insignificant colds but others were deadly as Shell Shock or Trench Foot.
There are people crowded, shoulder to shoulder, expecting a shower and to feel water raining down their bodies. Sighs of relief turn into screams of terror as innocent people are gasping for their last breaths of air inside of the gas chamber. This was a daily occurrence for Jewish and other people involved in the Holocaust. This was just one horrific event of many that had happened to women, men and children. Some of the survivors have used their voice to speak out about their own background during their time spent in Auschwitz and other concentration camps. Elie Wiesel, author of the book Night, is one of the many who did so. Wiesel talks about his personal experience and shares his feelings, thoughts and emotions that he went through with others during the Holocaust.
Everyone experiences emotional and physiological obstacles in their life. However, these obstacles are incomparable to the magnitude of the obstacles the prisoners of the Holocaust faced every day. In his memoir, Holocaust survivor Elie Wiesel, illustrates the horrors of the concentration camps and their mental tool. Over the course of Night, Wiesel demonstrates, that exposure to an uncaring, hostile world leads to destruction of faith and identity.
Days earlier, I remember when the German soldiers rounded us all up. They shouted and demanded us to follow them; once we turned the corner, I saw them. The cattle cars that would lead me to my death. A few minutes pass and and all 80 of us are piled into the cattle cars. Slowly the train moans as it gradually starts to move and the farther we go; the farther we travel away from the only place I called home. I decided to close my eyes and envision this wasn’t happening, but I was awoken from my daydream by an ear piercing howl. My eyes shoot open and I spot a lady screaming, “Fire! Fire!” (Wiesel 23). While her little boy sits there bawling his little eyes out. My father walked up to her trying to explain we’d be there very soon, and after
In both Elie Wiesel’s, Night and the excerpt from Rudolf Vrba’s, I escaped from Auschwitz, a sense of desolation and callousness loomed throughout each biography. The figurative language and diction in each autobiography illustrate the camps to be horrific and dismal. Wiesel’s creates a powerful tone of despair through vividly harrowing imagery. When describing the conditions of the camp prison life, Wiesel uses exaggerated painful imagery to produce the atrocious experience, and create the hopeless tone. To express the weather was cold and fierce Eliezer claimed the “glacial wind lashed us like a whip”(Wiesel 77).
When learning about the Holocaust, most are deprived of being able to understand the emotions, thoughts, and experiences of the millions of Jews; however, Elie Wiesel gives this opportunity through the telling of his personal experience. After ten years of silence, Elie Wiesel recounts his personal experiences of the Holocaust and retells the horrific details of the events he witnessed in his honest, eye-opening memoir Night. Taken at a young age, Elie Wiesel is transported to Auschwitz; at this concentration camp, Wiesel is separated from his mother and younger sister, whom he would never see again. During his years in the concentration camp, Wiesel and his father worked long exhausting hours every day. After a forty-two mile trip from Auschwitz to Gleiwitz in the snow and bitter cold, Elie Wiesel watches the slow death of his father by malnutrition and a harsh beating from the Nazis. Three months later American forces liberate the camp, freeing Wiesel. One of the most important memoirs one can read and a true inspiration, Night deserves to be read by everyone.
In the article “Young Soldier Both Revered and Reviled” (October 4, 2010), William Yardley, a reporter for The New York Times, explains that the case of Sergeant Calvin Gibbs, who was accused of cutting off fingers of the men he killed at war, has two sides. Yardley lists the ways in that Gibbs was seen as a guilty savage, and the way Gibbs was seen as innocent. He wrote this article in order to inform readers about how Gibbs can be seen as guilty, but also not guilty, and for those interested in finding out more about the case. Yardley’s audience appears to be anyone interested in following the case of Calvin Gibbs.
I stepped out of the dark secluded room and into the bright sunlight. My eyes stung from the burning sunlight. I hadn’t seen the sunlight in ages. I had to go into hiding for months. The Nazi’s were searching everywhere for us. I wouldn’t let myself be captured. I had to trek on and flee from Germany. My family had made it to America and I owed it to them to make it there too.
"Zoey" Danny whispered to me breaking me free of my self induced trance. "Do you want to work with me" he questioned eagerly, "Yeah, what are we doing" I said annoyed at the fact that he pulled me back from what most people would call a common
In World War 2 over 65 million people lost their lives. The emotional toll on the families of the lost soldiers soon followed. Throughout World War 2 we gained many allies, but because of all the destruction that the was caused, for example, peoples homes and all their precious materials being stolen or destroyed, we lost a vast majority of those them. The taking of so many lives and destroying of countries can cause a lot of hate on the nations that inflicted this destruction. This can cause young kids to grow up hating other nations and that is when conflict can start. The lives that are lost during wartime are undeniably one of the biggest causes of death. One thing that every country has in common is the death toll that they face in war. Conflict arises no matter what the cause. The way to grow as a world is to control these conflicts with verbal communication instead of using war as an option.