The Massacre Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

We all heard the disquieting crunch, off in the far distance. For a few seconds, we remained still, sinking deeper into the mud, anticipating another sound to calm our nerves. Instead, a fraudulent silence followed. General Loft's reaction was delayed; his hand shot up immediately as he remembered his position. Hurriedly, he waved us down. For a second he starred hard into the dense green jungle, trying to pierce through it with his eyes. Ours were focused on his right hand, awaiting further instructions. His eyes widened, with fear and urgency he turned to face us. His mouth opened, but all we could hear was a neat and tidy screech, travelling through the sharp leaves. Blood exploded out of Loft's neck as the bullet made impact. His fall to

On the first day of battle, many soldiers were sent in to the area between our land and our enemy’s land, what we call “no man’s land”. It was muddy and the tanks were unable to make it through, leaving our men vulnerable. So many men died that I began to lose hope that I could ever return back home alive.

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

“It was dirty that’s for sure. The rats ate at your toes and the smell was horrible.”

I had never smelled a corpse before today, but now it fills the air like poison, as cruel to the mind as it is to the nose. It’s pungent, rotten, and sickly sweet, the smile on an assassin’s face before he kills your soul. I don’t want to open my eyes to see the source, but it must be nearby, as I feel his cold skin, roughened by the last few months that probably made him grateful of his death, against my own. My eyelids are heavy, begging me not to lift them, not to move at all, to lie there until God takes pity on me too, and lets me go.

Each soldier went to the war with a distinctiveness about them, an identity, eventually this was lost as they went to boot camp.

I smickered at the window. At first all I saw was redcoats, but then I saw it. A small sphere was flying through the air in our direction. A grenade! I wondered if we were going to die, but it blew up the redcoats instead. I didn’t know what to think. Was it help or did one of the redcoats lose control of it? I later learned it was veritably two grenades. The Continental Army was coming to save us!

While reading his memoir, Sledge accurately depicts how war is hell. The constant bombardment and explosions from the mortars, grenades, and other weapons were absurdly rattling and loud that soldiers could only hear each other by yelling. Sledge suggests that that “waiting is a major part of war”, but in “hell” waiting is something that is not easily accomplished. “I broke out in a cold sweat as the tension mounted with the intensity of the bombardment.” (Pg. 55) Sledge was amazed at how his dead Japanese soldiers were looted from glasses to their gun. These are just some of the descriptive lines that show the agony of war. “Assault Into Hell” adds meaning and grit to the terror Sledge had to go through while on the islands of

Jimmy was young 13-year-old boy in the eighth grade. At school one day he heard about something that had happened forty years before and he intended to ask his father when he got home. That afternoon he walked into the kitchen, gave his mother a hug, grabbed a cookie and walked into the living room where Dad sat next to the window with the cat on his lap, watching the snow fall, as he recovered from a cold.

And rub it in so deep, salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.

In the midst of the chaotic despair, Lies a temporary haven, A mere trench in the ground. Experiencing a gamut of anxiety, Trembling soldiers wait, Curled like pups in a sack. Blood rushes out from fatal wounds. The air thickens with the stench

The love you show to people and the love you freely gave to people, those love ones will remember you for that one thing. That’s how you will stay alive in your love one’s minds and spirits that you have left behind. For instance, my friend that passed away a week again, she was not a great person to some people. Well at least that’s what they think, but the people she loved, they will always remember her. Morrie wants Mitch to realize that just because people die, does not mean we won’t forget them (prezi.com).

My nose was pressed against the back of the seat. I could feel his breath in my ear. I heard the fear in it, smelled the rotten-egg stink of that water.