But citizens back home had no way of knowing what this war was like, especially on the front line. Without television or radio to communicate to them, they were only left to imagine the truth or read the often manipulated papers and other publications. If people had realised the true extent and the horrors of what was actually happening, morale would have been severely affected. There are many ways that the representation of war was expressed through poetry, with very different views and opinions. Wilfred Owen portrayed conflict as a negative event, using his poetry to draw a very vivid picture of life for the soldiers in many different situations.
Mrs. Nakamura was terrified as she worked for days to save her three children from the pile of debris they were under. Father Kleinsorge and Mr.Tanimoto worked together to help those trapped under debris and did all they could help those found alive receive medical help. A large part of Hiroshima was on fire and radiation rain began to downpour on everything along with strong winds. Hospitals had to begin to only help those who weren’t badly injured because those badly injured most likely didn’t have a chance of living. On August 9 a second bomb is dropped in Japan, this time the bomb is in Nagasaki.
The physical and emotional toll of war, of blood, of killing, of fallen soldiers, are too difficult to put into words. Tim O’Brien’s, The Thing They Carried, effectively exemplifies these tolls and the devastating consequences of them. The collection of short stories show that we must appear composed in war, in times of emotional distress, and through these unexpressed emotions, a story emerges. The lines between “happening-truth” and “story-truth” become blurred as the soldier incorporates both the seen and the unseen parts of experience. The emotion a soldier experiences cannot be understood by anyone except those in war.
Always teaching us to pull our own weight around our house, and essentially preparing us for the war that would devastate our country for over a decade. At first I thought it was nice of the Americans to back us in the war and defend our country from succumbing to communism. Almost every day, the soldiers would great me and my siblings with a warm, genuine smile. They would occasionally play a game of duck, duck, goose with us or join in on our playful soccer game. They seemed so sincere until one week all of them soldiers began to either ignore us or flash cruel glares in our direction for no apparent reason.
Claire had lived through the war too and still cursed the Germans so many years later. Josef’s father died when he was only two and Helena rarely talked about him. She only said that he had been a brave man and helped people during the war. When sixteen-year-old Josef came home that day, he saw his mother talking to Claire in the kitchen. Helena greeted her son, “What did you study today?” she asked.
It took two years for Clara to help her brother, David recover. During that time she learned how to “handle slimy leeches…. dress blisters and ugly sores.” After her brothers’ recovery, Clara regarded herself as useless and so she felt the need to help more people. She then looked for work and went to nurture poor, sick children during a smallpox epidemic. “She liked work where she could help others.” When the Civil War broke out, Clara played a major role in “organizing facilities to recover soldiers’ lost baggage and in securing medicine and supplies for men wounded in the first battle of Bull Run.
When she was eight years old, her brother accidentally shot her and that left with her with scars and one blind eye . This pitiful accident made Walker shy and self-conscious and simultaneously had a negative effect on her relationship with her father, for he could not afford the needed medical help for her. Yet, Walker always appreciated her mother's efforts to support the whole family. In spite of her handicapped childhood, Walker found opportunities to continue her education with a scholarship to Spelman College in Atlanta in 1961. Two years later, she
Millions of people are involved in armed conflicts in the world today. Many of these conflicts occur in highly populated, poorer nations, which contain unique biodiversity. War destroys homes and infrastructures, while creating social problems and the displacement of people. Still, people are losing their friends, families, lovers. I know I do not feel loneliness like those people who send their families or lovers to war and lose their kids; I know I do not have the right to say it is just a war; I know that I have no right to feel
I believe that Ella has had the most impact on Neil. The story of her life was quite sad and touching. At the age of twelve she was brought to the center by her father and ever since then, he never returned and she has been there all her life. As time went on she was diagnosed with leprosy and lost her legs due to its effects at the age of thirty-three. Though Ella was abandoned by her father and left alone at the center at Carville for lepers, she still continued to smile and welcome new patients and inmates.
Yes, this may seem a little off... At the beginning of this year, I lost a dear friend of mine to suicide. Within her story, she struggled for roughly three years with depression, and always trying to make people happy and basically living her life for everyone else, instead of self satisfaction. Taylor, was a wonderful, caring individual that was always there when you needed her: she was the true definition of selfless. Taylor missed almost two weeks of school in our sophomore year of high school, she had told everyone she had mono and so she couldn't come to school for the fear of spreading her illness. The real reason, we soon found out after her passing, of why she wasn't in school was due to the fact that she was in the hospital, in