Warlamunt : A Short Story : The Story Of Waramunt

There she was, waiting anxiously and quietly with fear, laid Kathy McGray. She was fourteen and was a straight A student who had never held any grudges against anyone. She was always polite and kind to others. But right now she wondered. Why? Why would anyone want her?

“His jaw was in his throat, his upper lip and teeth were gone, his one eye was shut, his other eye was a star-shaped hole...,” writes O’Brien as he studies the deceased enemy (118). Throughout the novel, the author shows consistency with repeating stories and lines in a way to present a greater image. He reminds the reader of details the elaborate his larger view. When he writes of the man he killed, he wants the reader to imagine themselves in his shoes, as he imagined himself in the enemies’. As he carefully studies the dead man, he imagines how the boy found himself in the war. By relating American society to the boy’s village of My Khe, he bridges similarities connecting the two by a culture that promotes defending one’s land and ways of life. By saying, “he would have been taught that to defend the land was a man’s highest duty and highest privilege,” he shows there is minimal difference between how most Americans view the military and the duty of the villagers in My Khe (119). Although he had not known the exact history of the boy, he attempted to illustrate in his own mind what his life may have been like prior to the invasion. The inability for O’Brien to walk away from the body as Kiowa continued to pry him away says he was troubled by the similarities. Despite Kiowa saying it could have been him lying lifeless on

-He spoke about the tribe as individuals naming those who had been lost and worried for the sake of his people lacking the necessary supplies to survive. He also mentioned wishing to search for those who had been lost in the battle.

1. Re-read from page 72 “Confused motions of rebellion stormed in him” to page 74 “Tears rose in his throat and slowly burned their way to his lids.”

The boy got up, positioning his drum around his neck and brushing off his sticks. His eyes darted around trying to find the general, so he could get another pep talk before risking his life. When he couldn’t find the general he decided to pull on his coat and join the huddle of other boys over by some barracks.

Through the years, many citizens have worked to maintain the museum. In 2012, the Drumright Historical Society began work to bring the story of The Negro American Series back to the public. At first, they began to share the story with their own city through museum exhibits, speeches to civic groups and their local newspaper. Next, they began to share with the State of Oklahoma through organizations such as the Oklahoma Cultural Heritage Trust, the Oklahoma Museum Association and the Oklahoma Historical

Hedges argues that war is both a deadly addiction—a drug that offers an unmatchable intoxication, the thrill of being released from the moral strictures of everyday life—and a unifying force that provides a sense of meaning, purpose, and self-sacrifice that can wash away life's trivial concerns. But the meaningfulness of combat, Hedges suggests, depends upon the myth of war. In reality, no matter what grand cause it is supposed to support, war is simply the basest form of aggression: "organized murder." Once war begins, the moral universe collapses and every manner of atrocity can be justified in the eyes of those who wage it, because the cause is just, the enemy is inhuman, and only war can restore balance to the world. Hedges reveals the

Julius Caesar Act I Graphic Organizer Name Character Notes Important Quotes Evidence of Loyalty (to whom?) Flavius Annoyed with the crowd because they are too fickle. “Let no images be hung with Caesar’s loyalty. I’ll about and drive away the vulgar from the streets.”

The clouds were gray, and the sun was no longer shining. Even the colors seem to have gotten darker than what Xantho had remembered. Everything seemed different. It was harder to sleep, hearing all the fallen thumps and screams of the deceased knights. Nothing seemed to be right, and it didn’t seem like it would be for a very long time. The war outside her home kept raging on.

He tells the story about when his reservation was invaded by white men. He tells how everyone there was slaughtered, except for him. He was forced to watch his mother and sister be killed with boots by the white men “to save ammunition”. The movie showed how unfairly the Indians were treated, even after being forced onto reservations. Also portrayed through these six men in the film was populism.

Hello,I know this isnt make but,I wanted to ask anyway.I had to work yesterday from 8:00am to 4pm. My work sedual has been like that for an entrie 2 weeks.Plus this isnt really my only class Im taking 18 cridits this semeter.So I don't really have much time to sleep.To ne honestI only recently started working so this is all new to me.Yesterday during my break I bought flu medicine.I guess the comabition of getting enough sleep exgustion plus the medication made me pass out.I fell asleep as soon as I walked into front door of my home.I woke up at around 5am.So it was took late to take exam 2.I want to know if I can have a makeup exam?

Namid moved with purpose, she had no intention of sticking around even if she had no idea where to go either. The Mao clearly owned the planet, but there were always those that skated along the under belly of it all. And with any luck she could find them and get some way off the slavers planet. The small group moved through the brush and made quick work of putting distance between themselves and the Mao. Namid working with Doc to help Vixen along as the young asain woman tried to fight through the drug induced struggle. Namid felt guilty about what pain they may have caused her, but in the end it was better than the alternative.

After chucking the pearl, into the water, Juana hugged Kino, and he walked back up the beach. Suddenly, they heard a rapid cluster of shots, not too far away. Kino looked at Juana, and they both scrambled, heading to their brush house that wasn’t there. The ran and took the canoe, and rushed down to the beach. They started rapidly paddling, as they saw horses, galloping down the coast. As they paddled away, one of the masked trackers cried out, “Shoot the canoers!”

Your chances were rather dull and slim in this situation. You hated it; being weak and trapped like a herd of sheep. "I don't need help," You wanted to look away from his engrossing pupils but he locked his hand around your jaw to prevent any movement. "If you're going to kill me, why are you holding back?" You snapped at Springtrap who nearly flinched--not from your recoiling statement but from a distant flashback.

As he lay in the ashes of his home he thought, for just a moment, he could survive this tragedy. He quickly shook the thought off as he didn’t want to get to confident. But he knew he could he just needed a plan, where would he go, how, and with whom would he do it with? He thought that he might be was the only person in the city still alive. The closest district was Barem which was on the other side of the forest which was full of savage mutant animals from the war, so how was he supposed to get there? He got up and walked in the direction of the old armoury.