He also says that men had no shoes and no meat, which hints that it would not be reasonable to stay. Finally, with so many deaths and harsh living conditions, it just wouldn’t be worth staying. Death, poor living conditions, and uncertainty sum up the main cons of staying at Valley Forge. However, quitting because of these reasons doesn’t necessarily make one “unpatriotic.” These reasons simply answer the question: If you were at Valley Forge, would you have
"I stayed away because it weren't cheerful--and that's why I ought to have come. I"--she looked around--"I've never liked this place. Maybe because it's down in a hollow and you don't see the road. I don't know what it is, but it's a lonesome place, and always was” (Glaspell, 12). Due to the homes dreadful setting and appearance no one wanted to visit the friendless and lonesome Mrs. Wright.
The miners had to endure grueling heat, starvation and constant darkness which one could agree that it could have scarred even the fearless. There was a point where the miners had also discovered that the company had failed to maintain the safety routes and emergency supplies; which must have frustrated them beyond belief, in the being cut off from the rest of the world not knowing a rescue plan that has been set and maybe began to have some thoughts of being abandoned, there must have being so many thoughts running through the miners head as well as the miners families. Thankfully there was a plan set into motion, of the tragedy that caught the
If I'm smart, I'd already be out of Valley Forge. Perhaps the thing that would make me quit the most was the illness, poor nutrition, and sanitary conditions at Valley Forge. In Document C, ‘The Diary of Dr. Albigence Waldo’, it clearly shows the poor conditions at Valley Forge, including smoke all over the place, barely any food, frostbite, and almost no clothes. Sickness, sanitary conditions, and poor nutrition made many soldiers die. I don't want to be one of them!
For the next 3 months we were crowded with little food and filthy water. The camp had a sickening odor that I was forced to breathe in, as the days continued my health began declining rapidly. Disease had struck out and I thought I was next to die, like many of the women were. I kept the faith that the US would come save us, but that never happened until the next year. We were all forced outside as we were beaten, laughed at, spit on, kicked, and some were raped.
Part Three Response-The Wars “It was madness.” In part three of “The Wars” by Timothy Findley I found that this entire section of the novel was all madness, however in my opinion the maddest of all is how the soldiers who were with Robert in the crater were not armed with the equipment necessary to be sent out into the battle field. As Robert and his men were making their way through the crater a mist of bale blue gas made its way over the edge, this mist being an attack by the Germans. Chlorine gas. The only way to survive the attack is by wearing a gas mask so when Robert see’s this gas he tells all his men to put their masks on; however he is informed that they were not equipped with masks, or guns for that matter. Later on in part
Like the Jews my grandpa was done fighting when he died. He had 3 strokes and the third one left him partially paralyzed on his left side. He could only eat pureed food and had to be on an oxygen tank 24/7. He hated it and he was sick of being stuck in his body. He wanted to give up, and every single day he fought less and less.
This caused the Japanese Americans to feel even worse about themselves and made them feel even more like prisoners. The living conditions were truly disturbing. Their shelters were poorly-made barracks with cracks in them and most were frigid inside at night. During nights, sand and dust covered everything, seeping through the cracks, covering everything inside as well. Not only were the camps in remote areas, but the camps were over a thousand miles away from any other buildings or towns.
I had watched and kept silent. Only yesterday, I would have dug my nails into this criminal’s flesh. Had I changed that much? So fast?” (Night, pg.39, lines 23-26) Elie did not have the mental or physical strength to retaliate on his father’s behalf. In comparison to the traumatic and murderous events Elie had already experienced in the camps, a fistfight now seemed so mundane.