Philip McKenzie Ypres October 19th 1915 My darling and loving wife Elizabeth, It’s our anniversary and my thoughts are with you as always. I wish that I could be with you… oh, the memories still lurking through my mind. I would love to be with you on this special day then rather being in this hell hole that Belgium has become. I miss you, Sam and Lucy so very much. I pray to thee that this war will come to an end so that we’ll all come together in loving peace.
It slaughtered all the dwellers of these cities, and polluted the area so that people could not live there. More than sixty years passed, and still no one lives in these places. The consequences of using nuclear weapon were so disastrous and cruel that humans finally understood they had to stop. Most countries signed various agreements stating that they would not use and produce nuclear weapons. Still many countries have nuclear powers, but no one comes to the scratch to use them.
She lost everything she ever had in her world: her home, parents, siblings, grandfather, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even her own name. The only trace of her life left were the two scares on her leg left by a snake years before the genocide. How could anyone survive this terrible ordeal, not just physically, but
“What will your friends think about you?” That factor never occurred to me. I would be entering this playing field alone; I had never really been alone before. That question was a sucker punch and like most people who get sucker punched, I ran following the hit. I left my interview with tears rolling down my cheek and just broken inside. By skipping a grade I would be leaving those who shared all my memories that I had of school life.
I’ve always been well liked everyone at school idealized me. Football star of my time, everybody wanted to be me. My father was always a role model to me he was the perfect example of a salesman. My father always told me how well liked I was. He always thought I’d go far, but here I am unemployed going through dozens of jobs not sticking to any of them and back at home.
This is my letter to Margaret Atwood. It's not like we were always some innocent bystander on the globe, we picked on people. I do not like this romantic idea you are trying to compare our current situation to. We jumped into another war, at the time we jumped in, it was favored amongst a huge majority of the country. We were scared and wanted to prove that we were still fierce.
Private Peaceful shows that while young men go to war to ‘prove themselves’, all they really prove is the futility of war. Do you agree? The novel ‘Private Peaceful’ by Michael Morpurgo shows that, even though young men go to war to prove themselves, all they prove is that war is completely futile. The novel shows this when it talks about the thousands of dead soldiers, the pointless attacks, and the post-script section of the novel. This incredible war story shows us that, even though they display great bravery and valour in battle, the only thing young men who fight in wars accomplish is an early death.
Hard to find job opportunities and increased crime rate. We all have learnt over the past few months, there are different types of migration, thanks to critical assignments. But the one caused due to war, is the most remorseful. No guarantee of the next meal, of a pure drop of water, of shelter. No guarantee of life.
In the time your away I will write every day, I will always think about you and I will miss you so much that it will make me sick to my stomach, and then I won’t even be able to sleep at night. Xavier being with you makes me think about things I would have never even thought about, like kids. I used to tell my mom I never wanted kids. Ever. And being with you I want kids I want a life with you.
The rats crawling everywhere because the environment was not clean and unsanitary was frightening to see. Sassoon wanted to know what went through the soldiers mind before an attack occurred The hard rain hitting the floor at night and waking up to the sunlight to do everything all over again proved that they didn’t know when war was going to over. Sassoon asks the reader what they remember and it is clear that can recall everything because war can never be forgotten, the impact was just that strong. He asks if they ever thought about war occurring again. Those who have died, he asks them to look down and say they will never forget.