Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front

Many of us don’t have many things to go home to, and some might be used to the tattered clothing, and might not know the love of a family. The most important reason for me is loyalty and freedom of my country. “... but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and women… yet we have this consolation with us , that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.” ( Document D)

Kristina and Trey gathered all of their little belongings mostly caring about the lockbox containing about $3,600 of the finest mexican glass a.k.a meth. Rushing out of their little apartment as soon as possible after seeing a wanted picture in the newspaper of kristina stealing money illegally with a fake id. She thought it was odd that she had very very little remorse about getting up and leaving without saying goodbye to her baby that wouldn't even recognize her, her mom which she stole her identity and money from. It didn't phase her and she kept loading what little belongings she had into Trey's mustang. They rushed onto the snowy freeway still tweaked as usual, but exhausted from no sleep like usual and running from the police and the mexican drug lord that they owe and weren't planning on paying back.

As the 104th moves on from their real first test of battle, Stash is relieved he made it out of there alive. One thing for sure that this first battle taught him is always to be aware of what is around him. He told himself, just like in training, he can’t take his eye off anything from this point forward. He now knows this is real. There is no going back now.

“The war was over and there was no place in particular to go.” (O’Brien 157). Crushed from the horror of war, they come back to even bigger disappointments and emptiness. Instead

Dear Mother, It’s has been indisputable here in the trenches, I’m in dire need of new socks. The doctors say they might have to amputate my foot if my trench foot gets any worse. Also if you could provide me with some next time you send me a package I would be beholden to you. In addition to the already gruesome situation, the rats have begun to eat the dead in no man’s land, and steal my bread when I’m not looking.

In the article, “Shattered Lives” by Kristin Lewis, Dania faces many challenges. One challenge that she faced was that she was part of a war and had to leave all of the things she loved behind. On page 6 the author states “They faced a devastating choice: Stay and risk death, or leave everything behind…” Another piece of text evidence is “ In september, their choice became clear. They fled.”

What happened in Oklahoma? On Sunday 7, 1934 5:04p.m. Oklahoma was hit by a terrible dust storm at the farm. Billie Jo stated,”We just felt wind

Asleep on the Beach submitted 13 hours ago by ravacah I was a boy scout, though its been a few years since I’ve had much to do with them, but that’s a story for another time. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the program, there are these things you can get called merit badges, which basically are like “hey, I learned a bit about this topic”. Most years, troops will go to an official scout camp to work on stuff like that for a week or so.

War and its affinities have various emotional effects on different individuals, whether facing adversity within the war or when experiencing the psychological aftermath. Some people cave under the pressure when put in a situation where there is minimal hope or optimism. Two characters that experience

I hear the whizzing of a shell and instantly hit the floor; it lands forty yards from our trench and explodes with a loud bang. I think to myself that there will be a bombardment tonight. Weird, it doesn't have the same ring as when Kat said it. I get up and continue walking, and I stumble upon a young recruit huddled in the corner. He was lying on the floor quivering; I knew something was wrong.

I hope the rations for bread have finally arrived. We have just driven the Huns back east temporarily, but it has been a dreadful past few weeks in the trenches. I have truly seen hell on earth. Wherever we trod, our legs sink into the repulsive mud and grime up to our waist, we are sinking in the muck, dying in the dirt.

You have been amazingly energetic and clever,” this letter ran, “through what you stand to gain by it I cannot imagine. You are against me. For a whole day you have chased me; you have tried to rob me of a night’s rest. But I have had food in spite of you, I have slept in spite of you, and the game is only beginning. The game is only beginning.

A rustling of leaves and crackling of branches had arisen, as the muffled out sounds of men's voices grew nearer. A bright Maglite scanned the forest revealing the emerald green colour of luscious plants for a mere second before veering off into a different direction. All of the commotion snapped Samatar back into consciousness, his body jolting up uncontrollably unaware of the daunting Kapok roots above. Samatar let out a vociferous resonance that alerted the men they were not alone. “What the hell was that,” exclaimed one of the men in a heavy whisper, anxious of it being in another’s presence.

The Trek to Investigate Stryker 's Dam We had managed to Acquire the coordinates of a much Maligned Government base in the Arctic region of Alaska. My traveling companion and I would Undoubtedly have reached our target by the Eighth of the month. In order to embark on this journey I had had to overcome the Inhibition of my peers to do a hands on investigation of this decrepit abandoned government installation. As we approached a jagged outcropping of rock I stopped to survey our map, due to the lack of cell towers and electricity.

The wish to be in a better, faraway place. That is what in the core of this seemingly different literary