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Benedict Arnold: led like sheep to slaughter “We fight for those who repress us, but we will betray those who adore us”; that’s what my father used to always tell me. My father and I were inseparable, we did everything together, I remember every afternoon when my mom and sister went to the market to fetch supplies for supper, my father and I would gather wood from the old maples behind the house. However, one afternoon instead of getting wood from the maple trees we got it from the Andre’s house across the way. The Andre’s were a wealthy family that served at the pleasure of the crown. Their son John was one of my close friends, who also wanted to be a British solider just like his father and his father’s father. John was always the helpful …show more content…
type that put his country before anything else. My father often wished I were as enthusiastic and loyal as John Andre was. As I lie on a dirt-filled floor of General Washington’s tent, I can picture the sunny days with my father listening to the dogs howl as the birds soar above and the bickering of John Andre’s father and his business associates. As I open my eyes, I can see General Washington whisper to Private Abraham Woodhull and hand him a folded pieces of paper as Woodhull departs from the tent. “What was that all about?” I asked. “Oh nothing, just the wife has worries”, he responds. By the time, I am dressed and ready; my men have already saddled up their horses and began our journey to Lexington. The year 1775 has been a bloody and ruthless year for my men and me. I cannot even recall the last time seeing any of my men with shoes on their feet or decent clothes on their back. General Washington has ordered we stay in Lexington until the British surrender and we have full control over the territory. “The territory is vast but the American army is fast”, I over-heard one private say as he was drowning in a bottle of whiskey. As we take out Britain’s last defense on Lexington I am informed of our overwhelming causalities and of the higher causalities suffered the Redcoats. As we celebrate this victory over the British, I cannot help but wonder where an old time friend may be lying in a pool of blood. “General, one of the Redcoats we captured has requested an audience with you.” said Private Jackson. “Why does he ask such a ridiculous request?” “He claims that he knows you and you know much of him.” “What is his name Private?” “He claims his name is Sir John Andre Sir.” “Freeze you dirty Frenchmen, in the name of the King!” said John. “I will never surrender Redcoat!” I exclaimed. “Then it looks like your time ends here Sir Benedict Arnold!” “NOOOO! I SURRENDER! I surrender to His Majesty King George III of Great Britain and renounce the tyrant King Louis XVI of France as my king!” I proclaimed. “John Andre it’s time for supper ‘Benedict Arnold it’s time for supper!’” our mothers shouted. “Well, well, well, long time no see old friend ‘And to you John’”. “So what is it you needed to discuss with me John?” I asked. “I need you to kill me Benedict, as favor to an old friend.” he said. “Why would you ask such a thing of me?” I asked. “Benedict you’ve known me since a young age and you know I would do anything for the country that has protected me and my family before me.” He said. “That’s more than I can say for you General.” he added. As I think of what John Andre just said, I cannot stop but think that he may be right about something, “a country that has protected me and my family before me.” “GENERAL!” “What is it Revere?” “The normals are coming sir!” “Tell the men to man the defenses Lieutenant!” I exclaimed. “But sir, General Washington ordered half the troops to Bunker Hill to fight alongside him.” said Revere. “Well then it looks like we’ll have to fight with half an army plus one.” “Plus one sir?” asked Revere. “You said you wanted to die old friend, well here’s your chance.” “Lieutenant Revere, make sure General John Andre is equipped with the best firepower to defeat these Redcoats.” I added. Seven hours have passed since twelve thousands of my soldiers departed for Bunker Hill. From the accounts of my soldiers at Bunker Hill, the revolutionary army has a leading victory over the Redcoats. According to Private Old Hickory, General Prescott has been victories over all the British reinforcements. Most of the soldiers credit Prescott’s victories to his strategy, not to shot until you see the whites of their eyes. The battle here at Lexington is going as expected, with only half an army against numerous Redcoats. We have lost about a quarter of our men but we still fight until the end. My informants have said General John Andre killed on the battlefield by a gunshot wound to the shoulder. They still have not found his body but a private claims he saw him go down with only one shot. I cannot say I will not miss my old friend but he always wanted to go out the same way he came in, a Briton. It been twelve hours since the Redcoats attacked us at Lexington.
I have not heard from my Lieutenant about the battle erupting outside my quarters for hours. When I exit my quarters I can see Lieutenant Revere running up to me with a limp in his foot. “General, the normals have advanced passed the defense and are heading this way to collect your head!” “How many men do we have left Lieutenant?” I asked. “Less than two-thousand sir.” “And even those men can’t fight sir.” He added. “Well Lieutenant, round up those who can fight and tell them we advance on the Redcoats at dusk!” As I walk around to evaluate the soldiers who can fight, I am dismayed at the sight. Only a quarter of the able body soldiers do not have a bullet in their body or a splint around their legs. By the time we are ready to advance, I can only bring eleven hundreds of the men out of the nineteen hundred to fight alongside me. Just when my eleven hundred soldiers and I were getting ready to set out, I receive a letter that was intercepted from the British. The men who intercepted the letter claimed to have a prisoner who was suspected of delivering the letter, his name was Abraham Woodhull. As I process that name I can recall the moment when General Washington gave him a piece of paper and whispered something in his ear. I wondered if this was the letter given to him by Washington. The only way I could be certain was to read the letters content. The letter read as
follows: To General J.A: I‘ve received word from Lexington that General Benedict’s forces have fallen seized to the ruthless British army. In these past few days, I have wished for this outcome, but not so soon. The treacherous government that has been formed in colonial Britain by the simple-minded patriots is on the verge of destruction. In this new formed government, I have acquired an overwhelming amount of power. With this, I have the power to send all the Revolutionary troops to one place so another will be defenseless. Your obedient servant, General GW Bunker Hill The only thing I can think about right now is why and who General Jay was. Was he a general for the Revolutionary army or the British army? All I knew was that I had to get this to the delegates in Virginia and let then decide how to proceed. “General Benedict, they are outside waiting for your surrender.” “Should we fight sir?” “No.” I said. “I will surrender myself and accept the punishments that await me.” I added. “But sir! ‘Jackson promise me that you will finish this war no matter what.’” “I promise sir.” Jackson said. “Before I leave Private, hand me your pistol.” “Here you go sir.” he responded. “What do you think would be my fate if my misguided countrymen were to take me prisoner Private?” “I SURRENDER!” I shouted “I surrender to His Majesty King George III of Great Britain.” As the Redcoats surround me I grip my hand around the handle of Private Jackson’s pistol and fire the gun in the direction of General William Howe. The only problem is the gun was empty and by the time I reload I am in a pool of Patriot blood. Just as my sight fades away and I take my last breaths I can see an old friend walking up to my shivering body. As John Andre circles my body like a hungry bird, one of his Privates gives him a message: “General, Sir Benjamin Franklin is here asking about the failed assassination attempt of… BOOM…the shot heard around the world.
The life of a common soldier fighting on behalf of colonial independence during the American Revolution was a difficult one. Recruiters for the Continental Army targeted young and less wealthy men, including apprentices or laborers. Some (like Martin) enlisted voluntarily, while others were drafted. Among the discomforts Continental soldiers suffered were shortages of food or other supplies, long periods away from home, sinking morale and the constant threat of death.
The 307 pages of The Notorious Benedict Arnold by Steve Sheinkin are filled with non-stop action and adventure. The book tells the stories of Benedict Arnold and John Andre. The story started with Arnold’s family history and what Arnold did before joining the military. In the years leading up to Benedict joining the military he had a successful business, he married and had three boys. The story progresses on to tell the details of Arnold’s military life. Just after he conquered Fort Ti, he had to leave for home because his wife passed away. Sheinkin now introduces John Andre. The rest of the story changes between the story of Arnold and Andre. Once Andre enters the story he stays until his death is explained, the same is for Arnold.
As he immerses his audience into combat with the soldiers, Shaara demonstrates the more emotional aspects of war by highlighting the personal lives of the men fighting. For example, when Shaara reveals the pasts of James Longstreet and Lewis Armistead’s, I started to picture them as the men that they were and not as soldiers out for blood. After suffering a devastating loss of three of his children to fever, Longstreet is tossed into battle. In Armistead’s case, he not only suffered the loss of his wife, but also of a friend fighting on the Union side, General Winfield Scott Hancock. Shaara saves his readers a front row seat to the inner turmoil of General Chamberlain regarding his hindering duty as a soldier clashes with his duty to family as he strived to serve the Union as well as protec...
...e gun, it seemed, the greater the owner‘s pride in it.” (McCullough 33) The Continental army certainly did not look like an army yet these people were brought together in this fight for freedom and prevailed even winning the support of Americans who had no hope the British would be defeated.” Merchant Erving had sided with the Loyalists primarily because he thought the rebellion would fail. But the success of Washington‘s army at Boston had changed his mind as it had for many” (McCullough 108). The reader must comprehend the power of this accomplishment for the rag-tag army. “Especially for those who had been with Washington and who knew what a close call it was at the beginning-how often circumstance, storms, contrary winds, the oddities or strengths of individual character had made the difference- the outcome seemed little short of a miracle.” (McCullough 294).
...attacks, and burning from flame throwers. The Germans are relentlessly hostile toward the British and Canadian soldiers, saving no lives but disposing of many. The Germans are truly enemies of these soldiers; however, in this case they definitely do not act as friends, which ultimately disagrees with Timothy Findley’s assumption that one’s enemy is their closest friends. The saying, “keep your friends close, and your enemies closer”, is truly substantiated within the text The Wars. For one’s “enemy” will not hurt them, as no trust is deposited into an enemy, however one’s friend will, since as a friend, one invests plenty of trust into another and by having this trust broken one is hurt more than anything. Timothy Findley deconstructs the concept of friend and enemy within his novel The Wars, by illustrating that one’s enemy will turn out to be their closest friend.
Young men in old, ill-fitted uniforms lay twisted on dried, grassy wheat as we can see them reaching for a weapon that once laid above them or clutching their fists to take the pain away as dawn arises and dense fog hovers the horizon and tiny peaks of mountain peer out above a ruthless and needlessly waste. Tiny horse like figures blend into the background, posing like trees as riders dislodge, seeming to search and strip the bodies of shoes, weapons, anything that can help the next soldier survive.
The book Outlaw Platoon written by Sean Parnell is a soldiers’ tale of his platoon in one of the most dangerous places on earth. This book is a non-fiction riveting work that tells the story of a platoon that spent sixteen months on an operating base in the Bermel Valley, the border of Pakistan. This mission the men were sent on was part of a mission called Operation Enduring Freedom. This book is extremely relevant to the war that we are still fighting in Afghanistan and the humanitarian work that continues. We still have men in this area fighting and losing their lives everyday. It is the focus of ongoing political debates and the purpose of our involvement there is an ongoing question in the minds of many Americans. In writing this book, Parnell makes it clear in his author’s notes that he indeed was not trying to pursue one political agenda over another. His goal as not to speak of all members of the platoon and expose their identities and the types of soldiers they were but instead to showcase some of the men’s bravery and abilities during the war. Parnell believed that he owed it to the men to write something that would show the world what these men go through during combat in an honest and raw account. Another purpose of Parnell’s in writing this book is an attempt at making sure these men are given a place in American war history.
One of the worst things about war is the severity of carnage that it bestows upon mankind. Men are killed by the millions in the worst ways imaginable. Bodies are blown apart, limbs are cracked and torn and flesh is melted away from the bone. Dying eyes watch as internal organs are spilled of empty cavities, naked torso are hung in trees and men are forced to run on stumps when their feet are blown off. Along with the horrific deaths that accompany war, the injuries often outnumber dead men. As Paul Baumer witnessed in the hospital, the injuries were terrifying and often led to death. His turmoil is expressed in the lines, “Day after day goes by with pain and fear, groans and death gurgles. Even the death room I no use anymore; it is too small.” The men who make it through the war take with them mental and physical scarification from their experiences.
As evidenced by his words, it was not simply a matter of going over there at the age of seventeen to fight for one’s country. Rather, it was a matter of leaving behind the safety and security of the home to which you were accustomed, with little expectation of returning. At a time when these ‘kids’ should have been enjoying, they were burdened with the the trepidation of being drafted.
Throughout many different times in the world’s history, there have been various different leaders, groups, and highly-respected people that have partaken in certain actions that go against other people’s beliefs or loyalty. These people have done many things to keep their actions secretive and discreet from the rest of the people living around them. People show signs of betrayal and deception through their interactions with each other. Benedict Arnold was a very famous example of a person who betrayed his country. Once he left his country he had wrote a letter back to America explaining his actions and his reasons for betrayal including many uses of rhetoric. In the end, his actions don’t justify the means. His actions overall were not the right thing to do.
It is hardly surprising that boys like Toby who dreamed of battle were unprepared for the reality of war, since the real problems of their parents’ generation were eclipsed by “nostalgic adulation” of myth-like heroes. In the words of Tobias Wolff, “I went into the army…. It seemed to me when I got there that this was where I had been going all along, and where I might still redeem myself. All I needed was a war. Careful what you pray for.” There may be times when war is necessary, but if we send soldiers into harm’s way, then ideally our youth should be under no illusions about what that means and that the repercussions are felt long after the fighting stops.
“Get ready for the Jubilee, Hurrah! Hurrah! We 'll give the hero three times three, Hurrah! Hurrah,”! Many British citizens seemed to bellow this song “When Johnny Comes Marching Home” when their young soldiers heroically marched off to battle in their camouflaged trousers, tunics, and trench caps. When Johnny came marching home, joy and peace would permeate the atmosphere. There would be no more tears, fears, or hardships when Johnny comes marching, clothed in a raiment of dignity and strength. However, many of them did not realize that Johnny might march home with mental disorders and crippled legs. Johnny might come home with a missing ear or nose. In the worst case scenario, Johnny might not march home at all. Many of the poets from World War I blazoned the macabre details of war, and unveiled the horrific truth of war. They did not shield the truth from the British eyes, but instead exposed them to the lucid, grisly details. Many British poets, such as Wilfred Owens and Seigfreid Sasoon, displayed
An unfortunate placement, General St. Clair’s forces were discouraged, malnourished, over worked and complacent setting the stage for the upcoming defeat. They had setup camp on the frigid night of the 3rd of November, 1791 without fear of any enemy, even though there had been spotting of enemy along their route. The next morning, as complacency in full gear, Soldiers stacked their arms and commenced to eat breakfast, completely unaware they were being watched and about to come under attack. Apart from their arms, they were either bunched up or scattered while eating, unorganized and unprepared for the assault that was about to take place.
A big "celebration" dinner was planned for John's going away. All of his family and close friends came to enjoy good food and fellowship before leaving in the morning. His parents were to drive him to the airport where he would fly to the army base. The same base his father trained at many years ago. John's father was proud of his son, but also a little concerned, for he realized the seriousness of this war.
One of the themes that Jennifer Johnston deals with in her book Fool’s Sanctuary is war. Within this theme she looks at how people view war, and how war affects different people. In this book Johnston shows the war in a bad light. Miranda, Mr. Martin and Cathal all support the IRA, or believed in a "free" Ireland and all lost something important to them. Andrew and Harry who were fighting against the IRA , and thought that Ireland should not be free had nothing that was very important to them taken away. Although Andrew was basically unable to visit his immediate family again he had not done so in years before, and in this visit where the story takes place he had arguments with his father, Miranda said that he should not have come, and he himself said that he hated Ternon.