“Come on you assholes,” He shouts, opening fire by way of a silent pulse, the result is mind boggling every living cell in their nervous system is shut down and four soldiers lay on the ground dead. More headlights are coming up the road. “You have to be kidding me,” he speaks softly as a brilliant spotlight strikes his face. “What’s with these freaking lights,” he mumbles, ducking erratically as the bullets slash past him striking everything. To the edge of the road, he runs tumbling into a ditch where Michelle is waiting. “This can’t be happening,” Holding Nurse Ratched AKA Killer McCestie, “I’m not going down like this, hell no; these sons of bitches will not get me this time.” With the light of day is the unlimited supply of ammo, but for now, he must use the weapon sparingly. “We need to move, now,” Michelle speaks up with what sounds like a direct …show more content…
She moves some undergrowth from a corner of the cave revealing a bulky container jam-packed with weapons of all kinds. The first thing that grabs his attention is the Maschinenpistole 40, a favorite weapon for that period, Michelle wasting no time grips that and a few hand grenades he identifies as the MK II. The standard issue anti-personnel grenade used by Americans in World War 2. Its only setback, moisture could get in under the foil fuse cap, causing the weapon to fail. Placing them in her overcoat, she picks out a single action semi-automatic handgun the 45 caliber M 1911 and secures it in her belt. He wondered how she got access to that and 45 M 1911, perhaps the Americans had unofficially entered the war long before Pearl Harbor. Nonetheless, a small arsenal yet more than enough to stock a gorilla group the size of her resistance cell. “The pigs must die!” She states, with a most vengeful expression that totally takes Freddie by surprise as she prepares to head back into the woods. However, Freddie stops her at the entrance. “You can’t go out
Bullets flying through the air right over me, my knees are shaking, and my feet are numb. I see familiar faces all around me dodging the explosives illuminating the air like lightning. Unfortunately, numerous familiar faces seem to disappear into the trenches. I try to run from the noise, but my mind keeps causing me to re-illustrate the painful memories left behind.
Nurse Ratched represents the dictatorial dehumanization, emasculation, and mechanization of society or, in Chief Bromden’s words, the “Combine”. The narrator, Chief Bromden, states that nurse Ratched comes into the ward with tools such as “wheels and gears, cogs polished to a hard glitter, tiny pills that gleam like porcelain, needles, forceps, watchmaker 's pliers, rolls of copper wire…” (P.4) with the intention of adjusting and fixing what society thinks is broken. Nurse Ratched’s name, similar to the tool ratchet, suggests that she is an “instrument of control” that is used to “ensure motion in one direction only” (Foley p.36). Through abuse (psychological and physical) and drugs, Nurse Ratched creates a mechanical or robotic feeling to
“No, you rip those boys right off him. You can’t always defend yourself. You’ll have to be willing to fight for things you love.”
Throughout the story, The sniper uses a Barrett 50 caliber to try to take out the president. His truculent skills as a marksman have just barely been thwarted by the detective on two separate occasions. The Barrett is an extremely dangerous weapon and it is only allowed to be used by certified police or the military. This should be an easy object to find since there are very few sellers of this weapon in
Boom, Bang, Crack! The sounds of muskets being fired, its ammunition ricocheting off rocks and splintering trees are heard all around. The pungent smell of gun powder stings the nose, and its taste makes the mouth dry and sticky. The battle is still young, but blood soaked uniforms and dead or dying men can already be seen, causing the fear of death to enter many of the soldiers' minds. It is remembered that freedom is what the fight is for, so we must continue to gain independence. The battle has been going on for a short time now, although vision is already obscured from all the smoke and dust in the air. It is becoming increasingly difficult to breathe, with all of these air borne substances entering my lungs. People are still being struck by musket balls for the cries of agony rise above the many guns' explosions. This is how the battle to be known as Bunker Hill began.
"The troops are not very well trained, they're frightened, and they're terrified. It seems as if the soldiers fire all over the streets at anyone who moves" (Everest 12).
... issues in the dark and pushed 20,000 rounds, repelling what could have been a gruesome attack.
This makes the other soldiers laugh, but I wonder why he really does it. It’s like he wants to become something he’s not. He tells jokes and makes others laugh and brags that he now killed men, all of them close enough that he could hear him die. But is it the truth?” (Boyden 77).
In addition to the Model 1861, the Spencer rifle also contributed to the success of the Union forces. The most substantial amenity to this weapon was the rate of fire. Most Southern soldiers could fire their muzzleloaders at three rounds per minute. The Spencer shattered the Confederate weapon and boosted the fire rate to 14 rounds per minute with the weapons built in primer. In addition to being such a powerful asset when in control by th...
The author writes, “It was dangerous. The flash might be seen in the darkness, and there were enemies watching. He decided to take the risk” (10). The Sniper realises that what he is doing is risky, but he disregards the warning from his brain and continues on. The Sniper knows what the enemy looks for as he lights his cigarette anyway. The author says that “The sniper darted across the street. A machine gun tore up the ground around him with a hail of bullets, but he escaped” (14). There are people out there ready to shoot him but the Sniper decides to go out and see who the other soldier was. As bullets rain down on the Sniper, he courageously rushes on, even though his life is at risk. The Sniper’s bravery is exposed in his ability to stay calm and keep his composure until the job is
Some choose the noble choice of the military, others to work in construction and automotive toiling with shovel and wrench. Others choose more precise work, such as becoming machinists, doctors and engineers--the secret behind the scenes people who make things work in today’s society. But, there is a job that entails all, something complicated requiring the finesse of a heart surgeon, but with the understanding of a engineer: the art of gunsmithing. An art that essentially made the United States possible and separates it from others in the world. From the invention of black powder and the hand cannon to the 6,000 round per minute Dillon Minigun, firearms
Out of the necessities were P-38 can openers, pocket knives, heat tabs, wristwatches, dog tags, mosquito repellent, chewing gum, candy, cigarettes, salt tablets, packets of Kool-Aid, lighters, matches, sewing kits, Military Payment Certificates, C rations, and two or three canteens of water. Together, these items weighed about 15 to 20 pounds, depending on a man's habits or rate of metabolism. (O'Brien 418)
David drops his head down once again. He looks through his scope and sees the crosshairs slowly dropping down on Spitfire and slowly squeezes the trigger. Grrrrrrrrrrr! Bang!!!!!!! At first David didn't know what hit him harder, the crack of the Remington .308 or the deadly blow of Scar’s massive paw.
“Riiiiing riiiing riiiiing.” Adhamh’s phone was ringing and when he looked he realized that it was the sergeant and he was scared that he was in trouble, so before the sergeant began to speak the sniper immediately said “I have killed my enemy, but the enemy was my brother and I didn't even know that it was my brother until I turned the body over.” While saying that the sniper had a sad and regretful look on his face. “It's okay this was your goal that you were supposed
...in down on the square. People in the crowd collapse like levees in a flood” (p.214). The bullets “rain down” onto the people which meant it was basically a free for all; the soldiers just fired like it’s a casual thing to do. They don’t even feel sorry about the all the people they are killing. The people there had job, friends, families, and a life, but the soldiers were following orders. I felt a sense of rage, and anger when I read this. I question if the soldiers have any moral because they had a choice of obeying or disobeying their orders.