The Life Of A Hard Life

The Worst Hard Times by Timothy Egan conveys the story of farmers who decided to prosper on the plains during the 1800s, in places such as Texas, Colorado, New Mexico, and Oklahoma. They decided to make living, and some stayed during the worst droughts in the United States in 1930s. High temperatures and dust storms destroyed the area, killing animals and humans. This competently book reveals the prosperity for many, later revealing the time of the skinny cows. The story is based on the testimonies of the survivors or through their diaries/journals and on historical research. The author describes the struggles of the nesters, in which Egan clearly blames these catastrophic events on the settler’s hubris.

When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for

We were stationed in Camp Taylor, Kentucky until the call came in that we were being shipped over to France to help hold the lines. They had lost a great number of soldiers after the battle of Verdun. The last few months it had been raining relentlessly and no one had seen the sun in days. The sun finally showed itself. We were glad. I thought that day would be the day everyone could finally get everything right “GAS! Gas! Quickly men!” I screamed at everyone in the showers. They all ran outside wearing nothing but skin and put on their gas masks. They still didn’t meet the time

When my dad was sent I did not want to stay home while he was fighting for his country. I would often write to him it would take several days for him to write. back but when he did he would tell us what was happening and would tell us that he loved us.

I can remember when I escaped to Canada when the draft first started. That decision will never be regretted by me because if I hadn’t gone to Canada and met the man with the cabins I wouldn’t have been the lieutenant of the Alpha Company and met the great men who were in it. Probably wouldn’t be the person who I am now without the help of those men and my experiences at the war. The way how we all made the best of the situation from when people died to how mistakes were made.

It has been two weeks since the incident and no one is ready to move on. Cries and shouts come from the crowds of mourning families outside their homes receiving the last letters of their deceased loved ones. Shrieks of young children without a father drown out any enjoyment of surviving soldiers returning home.

It's a hard knock life. Dogs are scary. Babies are afraid that they will drown them in slobber. They already know that their chubby cheeks are cute. Grandmas need to stop pinching their cheeks. Babies need to be changed, please, it's so uncomfortable for them. They are sorry about that, but they can't help the smelly mess. I cannot describe for them how hard it is being a baby.

Another story is “On the Rainy River", which talks about a young guy getting into Harvard to finish school, but before the school year starts he receive a draft letter (O’Brien 172). He doesn't agree with the war or really know that much about the war (O’Brien 173). He thinks of fleeing to Canada to avoid going to the war (O’Brien 174). In the end he goes back home and honors the draft because he doesn't want to be ridiculed by family, friends or neighbors for not going to war (O’Brien 187). I think most of my family wouldn’t care one way or another about honoring the draft. If my mom was still here I think she will love me no matter the decision I make. I wish she was still here so I could ask her what I should do. I think if I end up going

Not many people in society can empathize with those who have been in a war and have experienced war firsthand. Society is unaware that many individuals are taken away from their families to risk their lives serving in the war. Because of this, families are left to wonder if they will ever get to see their sons and daughters again. In a war, young men are taken away from their loved ones without a promise that they will get to see them again. The survivors come back with frightening memories of their traumatic experiences. Although some would argue that war affects families the most, authors, Tim O’Brien and Kenneth W. Bagby are able to convey the idea that war can negatively impact one’s self by causing this person long lasting emotional

The war was almost over. “One Last Push,” they said. I was not going to join the war, I was tasked with the responsibility of looking after the farm, even though I was the youngest. Now I also have to look after my eldest brother. He was one of the many people that enlisted, including my father, and was returned. Although he is now quite different from before he left to go to the war, he at least made it back, unlike everyone else in my family.

My grandfather’s story was an amazing one. While he talked he spoke about so much passion the soldiers had fighting in the war. He told the story how the one day he had to go out into battle. The United States troops fought in the horrible plains, and tangled, unbearable woods. They walked through swamps, and lived in horrible conditions. My grandpa said that being on the field there was an almost seventy percent chance of being killed. The living conditions were so bad than many of the soldiers died along the way while moving locations.

I am a 14-year-old boy, I live in a little town in northern Idaho. My father died within the second month of the war. It is just my mother, younger sister Loosi and me. Our house is about halfway up the mountain, west of town. We live in a four-room shack, that we rent from an older man named Mr. Greenston. Mr. Greenston rents out houses for a cheap price to help families and give jobs at the local mine just out of town.

Marky’s coming home. The month’s accumulating to today have felt as though it has been years.. Although in reality it has been years since his departure, a quick return from Germany was not likely. I have been in two minds since the news of their disembarkation. A letter came in the postbox late May that their return would be expected sometime during the Summer. Ever since receiving that letter, all the women at the office haven’t stopped gossiping about what this entails for us. It is foreseen as to what is going to happen, it has been a burden since we have started working. We will get kicked out of our positions, men will return to their occupations held before leaving for war and we would be thrown back into homes; cleaning, cooking and raising families. Although my partner is coming back, I do not want to go back. Since the day I was born, we have been

September 24, 1915 I received a letter. On the envelope it says to the Samhurts family, or to whom it may concern. It is a letter from the U.S. Army! It’s either about my father or my fiance. My heart drops, I can not even imagine losing one of them. It is time to stop thinking of the negative outcomes and just open the letter. The first thing it

Growing up it was always tremendously hard for me. My life was always at a disadvantage and it felt as if i was never completely happy. When i was five years old, just graduating kindergarten and going into first grade, my parents split up. I was never given the opportunity to chose who i wanted to live with, so my mom gained custody of my twin sister and i. I obviously was only five years old and i was not capable of understanding what was going on at the time. As i got older, it got harder for me. My parents had always put me in the middle of situations. My mother did not communicate with my father and therefore they made my sister and i the messengers. It was always a sticky situation and i never wanted to be in the middle of it. Every