The Warrior's Fight-Personal Narrative

As the crescendo of the clash of bloody battle fades, the voices of the brave fighters cease, and the drums halt their percussions. The sound of horns fades to an ever present whisper as our heroes lament their fallen brethren, the faithful and righteous dead. Though the cost was dear, and the wounds of battle still fresh upon their flesh and minds, the soldiers once again sing the praises of God for carrying them through their tribulation. Once again, the voices of the soldiers are joined by a victorious fanfare of drums and horns as the men, though wounded and grieved, now celebrate their triumph in the face of certain

Gunfire echoed, and I heard more horses, the second wave of Raiders. But here came our reinforcements too, pouring out of nearly every door in the

Starting with the formation of the Crow individuals, the book offers brief segments on Crow society, for example, Crow social association, military association, religion, economy, dialect, and physical appearance. Underlining the significance of area and chasing ground, he recounts the Crow story of relocation, which diverges from the "whites'" rendition of the same movement. He clarifies the reasons of war, and how its prime target was not slaughter or homicide, but instead [for the Indian] to separate himself in fight. He clarifies the prerequisites vital for turning into a boss, including "numbering overthrow" on one's adversary, ridden a rival of a weapon, taking a foe's stallion, and directing a war party effectively. Intertribal fighting on the Plains, a "risky game through which youthful men climbed the military step to achieve chieftaincy," is examined utilizing oral history. Solution Crow describes the path in which the Crows chased bison before they had stallions. He offers an investigation of methods utilized as a part of drawing, driving, and rushing wild ox over bluffs. At specific focuses in a part, he will "change" to from the oral history of one Crow to the voice of another, to complete the story from an alternate point of view. At different times, he will utilize archival exploration to fill in specific holes, for example, the names of spots, or years and stipulations of

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

By the time the skirmisher line was approaching the bridge our mules and the escort’s horses were rested, watered and had been fed a handful of oats. Furthermore, the Raider’s reserves had invested the farmhouse looking for us, while the main battle line still faced the city defenders. In fact, the enemy’s entire attack had been disrupted and they weren’t happy. Without any mounted scouts they were at a substantial disadvantage, which gave us great personal satisfaction. Indeed, we all had smiles on our faces.

The full moon shone brilliantly in the black night sky illuminating the frost covered ground. I sat shivering in the trench, clothes in tatters and covered in mud, my teeth chattering. I was tired, hungry and scared after all, for all I know I could be the next person to be sent through no man’s land in the attempt to reach the enemy side. I wiped my mud-caked hands against the side of my pants and pulled out a can of “Maconochie” from my bag. I silently opened the tin listening to the quiet chirping of the cicadas. I could see the cooking smoke wafting towards the sky from the enemy’s trench. I could hear my friend snoring. Then, I heard something unnatural, something I’d never forget for the rest of my life. Singing.

I can feel the sweat pouring down my face beneath my gold helmet, I use my mighty strength and grip tighter to the spear. Thrill fills within me at the sight of warriors falling before me and those I know fight with anger in service to our King Leonidas. The sweet taste of blood is upon my lips and I continue to fight without a moment to spare. I am motivated by my surroundings and have no trace of fear, fighting is what I am born to do. My heart thumps a hundred miles an hour full of adrenalin, passion and excitement. It is loud like the beat of a drum. I am filled with enthusiasm and I fight with unstoppable rage. Every wound, every gash is a memory, a scar which shows our everlasting courage. We're out at Thermopylae meaning hot gates, Thermopylae is known for the hot springs amongst the mountains and cliffs. I realise it, this is The Battle of Thermopylae.

Most would call this battle a success. He shook his heavy mane of feathers while he ran as if trying to eliminate the memory of Zee exploding into flame. The loss of a single Gryphon life is too much to bear. How many more have to die in this war? He snorted, turning his head into the wind. Father feels we are close now. The Tlo%m war machine is weakening. They are losing too many soldiers, and their weapons do not work well within our protective planetary shield. Yet I have lost three warriors in the last two battles. Each one is like a blade in my heart.

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

Joshua Hames gazed over the horizon. The orange-purple sky was filled with an immense beauty. He could hear the birds tweeting goodbye for twelve hours His new life was waiting for him. He had graduated from High School with a grade average of 96%: he was an incredibly bright student. Additionally, he had been voted ‘Junior Athlete of the Year’ and was the Dominatur ( most proficient athlete, scholar and musician) of his class of 400 pupils. He had waited five years to join the the Eagle Tribe Army. Now, he would begin training. Eager to begin, the young man (aged sixteen) strolled towards The Great Mountain; it was traditional for every new warrior to climb The Great Mountain, sleep at its peak and, at the crack of dawn descend to the tribe.

The feeling of despair in Roland is evident in these lines. None of the rearguard ran away when they saw a fierce battle approaching. Instead, they followed orders and fought honorably under the command of Roland. At the sight of all

It happened about a year an a half ago when my friends on Xbox and I received a challenge from a allied clan on Halo 4 to see who had the better players. Our clan at the time was a dozen of people, but the challenge was a five versus five so we brought our best. I was just signing on when Newfie Venom the clan leader at the time requested that I join a party chat with him and the other members going to the challenge. I being interested to what Newfie wanted joined.

Cling! Boom! Pow! Sounds of battle echoed through the air. Scarlet red blood was spewed all over the ground. It looked as if a child was playing with flour. The sun glared over the battlefield, the sound of rockets caterwauled through the air, and the whiz of arrows flying through the air. The battle seemed as if it were a massacre. The Qin army was an ax chopping down a tree; slowly chopping a part of the Chu army with each attack. One man in the Qin army stood out among the others. His spear was a blur of wood and metal taking down enemy soldiers in every direction. His tattered shield made a thunking sound with each block. He and his weapons were one. Even the enemy was gasping in awe as they were being pierced with a spear.

“On this I gave directions to the troops to move forward, but on no account to fire, or even attempt it without orders; when I arrived at the end of the Village, I observed drawn up upon a Green near 200 rebels; when I came within about 100 yards of them, they began to file off towards some stone walls on our right flank. The Light Infantry, observing this, ran after them. I instantly called to the soldiers not to fire, but surround and disarm them, and after several repetitions of those positive orders to the men, not to fire, etc. some of the rebels who had jumped over the wall fired four or five shots at the soldiers, which wounded a man of the Tenth and my horse was wounded in two places, from some quarter or other, and at the same time

I was in the ring, my hands were clammy, I was breathing hard, and I was full of adrenaline. I glanced at the sidelines to see my peers and family cheering me on. I took a moment to cherish the moment as I had been preparing for this moment all year. The next thing I felt was my body hitting the ground. While I was in my own little world the ref had given the signal to fight and my opponent took advantage of this moment by kicking me down. I got up and prepared to fight again. My coach yelled out, “Fight back Devin. You can do this!” The ref signaled us to fight. I thrashed out as many kicks as possible. To my surprise, none of them scored a point. I took a look at the clock, it read only 20 more seconds! I knew I had to play it smart and wait for the right opportunity.