It was anarchy; the bridge had collapsed before them in an explosion of smoke. The last truck had passed through the structure without fail, however; there was not a young soldier trailing in their path. The three stood stunned, their breaths frozen and their screeches caught in their throat. With an almighty pull, Lourdes clutched her shattered scarlet heart as reality crashed down on their shoulders. No time for sorrows as well as grieving. In one instant, Maggie grabbed the crushed radio; the static and the buzzing vibrating through her hand. Ben prayed for a response, for the first time in his life; he prayed. It beeped. Maggie clutched with great desperation.
“This is Maggie. We have a soldier in trouble; send a medical ‘copter now. Do you copy?” Her voice was cracked with hoarseness, and her usual apathetic, luminous eyes glistening with unspoilt tears. Lourdes pulled Ben closer towards the civilians, there was no time to waste; personal intimacies were not their priority. Grabbing the concealed weapon from his belt, she fired two warning shots in the air to calm the crowd. They, who didn’t smell the fire burning, silenced immediately.
“I need everyone to go on as planned, soldiers that are not Hal Mason’s immediately family will escort the civilians to the safe house.” Her breath broke into shallow wheezes, the adrenaline pumping through her veins was draining her energy dry; her lips were gasping from dehydration and her eyes stung from the polluted smoke.
“DO IT!” She fired another shot in the air for marvellous measure. The body of beings sprang into action, except her best friend. Anne sprinted through the crowd, and embraced Lourdes’ petite form in her wings. Lourdes, coldly pulled herself out of Anne’s arms; always ...
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...protest, Maggie pulled her out into the lit hallway. Away from the gloomy shadows, as well as the stinging tears; the civilians watched the two emerge. Their eyes freezing Lourdes to her position, Maggie leaned in to speak so gently. “These aren’t just civilians, they’re your patients. You need to fight for them.”
With a lingering glance at the hopeful smiles, Lourdes observed Maggie with a nervous frown. “How can you be so positive that it’ll be okay?”
The young soldier threw her arm around her friend’s shoulder, and with a slow stroll; they made their way back the medical unit. The night sky light shone through the cracked windows and the crystalline celestial spheres were bright. With one last wave to the civilians as the door slammed shut behind them, Maggie selflessly gave Lourdes’ a reassuring smile. “Because we’re the Second Mass, and we will always survive.”
In the novel, a father had thoughtfully kept himself and his son some bread, but after his son saw he was hiding the bread, even though his father had him some too, the son attacked his father. The son didn’t care that his father had him bread aswell, he wanted it all to himself, so he could have more. In order to do so, the boy killed his father and took the bread for himself. Next, in New York City, an earthquake occurred and everyone inside of the buildings that were being demolished, falling in, etc all reacted differently to the situation. Some froze, others just screamed, and several other things.
There was a heavy rain outside, but other than that, the room was silent. George stared at the bunk where Lennie slept, unable to sleep. He was filled with hatred of the world that forced him to kill his own friend. As the night dragged on his hatred shifted to Curley’s wife, then Curley. “If Curley hadn’t let his tramp wife go around and cause trouble Lennie would still be here” George thought. Just then, Lennie appeared in front of him with a look of deep sadness and pain. Seeing Lennie’s pain and suffering, sent him over the edge. “That god damn Curley!” George thought, grabbing Carlson’s gun while he slept. “This is all his fault!” he thought, consumed by rage. He shuffled over to where Curley slept and pulled out the gun. George aimed the gun at Curley and pulled the trigger. An instant later he is horrified by what he has done. A couple seconds pass and Slim comes into the
They knew that if they just held out that everything would be okay and that King would get them through it. All they needed was faith and patients. They knew that King would one day bring them out of the horrible hole that they had been put in, they knew that one day everyone would be able to eat in the same place, and they wouldn’t have to go to the back of the store if they wanted to buy something, they just had to trust in King, and that’s what they did.
There I was in the middle of it. I was in the middle of a miniature yet very powerful fight between Vonetta and Fern. I am usually the person that stops the fighting between them however this time I decided not to. I sat there quietly between the fight and their screaming. This time I was not going to break up the fight. This time Cecile was going to break up this fight motherly. After a very short while of Vonetta and Fern’s fighting she came in angry. She wasn’t just angry she was enraged. “Delphine, why didn’t you stop them!” I stood their paralyzed with no answer trying to leave my throat. “Answer me!” Cecile screeched enraged. Yet again I stood there with no answer. I didn’t know what to do. However, this is what Cecile decided to do. She grabbed Vonetta and Fern and separated them like a mother would do except she did more harshly. Then she glared at me while separating them for a second, shook her head, and I knew at that moment, trouble tornado alley was coming my way like a bulldog.
In the Chapter “A Night” from Hospital Sketches, Louisa May Alcott describes her typical night as a nurse during the Civil War. Though Alcott did serve as a nurse in the Civil War for a brief period of time “A Night” is a fictional story of what Alcott actually experienced. A major part of this chapter has to do with the fictitious wounded soldier named John. Although many readers may just see John as Alcott’s idea of a perfect man, I argue that John is more than what is described, Instead, John is an allegory for a higher power. John, given the state he is in, is unrealistically perfect and provides a light to many wounded in the darkness of war.
“Her situation now appeared before her like an abyss. She was panting as though her lungs would burst…She stopped in front of the pharmacist’s shop.”
In lines 39-40, Cummings says “And thats when things got complicated. Even this war had its rules, and one of them covers who could be treated at an American Aid facility.”(115). Cummings his job on the line for getting help for his daughter.
Firstly, within this passage, Louise’s internal tension grows as she notices her physical deterioration. The narrator seems to become mindfully
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
"You really need Cassandra back. I don't think being away from her for so long is good for you," Resha commented softly.
It was the time of the Civil War. Violence and death was consuming the United States at an alarming rate, separation was growing more forcibly, and the nation was being torn apart by differing beliefs of what was best for the country at that time. As the the war grew bloodier, many wounded soldiers were admitted into hospitals at such great quantities that they were often overlooked and not given the optimum care that they needed, until one nurse decided to give a bit of tenderness and compassion to a soldier in a time of despair. In an excerpt from Louisa May Alcott’s book Hospital Sketches, she creates a sentimental retelling of the tragic death of a soldier she care for named John. “Death of a Soldier” is an emotionally gripping narration
“Look at this.” She held up her right hand, for all the military to behold. The palm of her hand was stained with a blackened re...
Outside, it is cold and bright. I ask a general if I can stay with the wounded, explaining that I’m a doctor. I beg him, but he only laughs and pushes me onward. “The Americans will take care of them, there's nothing to worry about.” He forces me to abandon my brother.
It felt so dragged out because all I wanted was to see him and tell him the news. Our connection felt different, phone calls were made shorter and they weren’t as frequent. I missed him. Two nights had gone by without a phone call or even a message. This wasn’t typical of Luke. I was becoming increasingly worried. I tried to distract myself from the situation and went to Atlanta to visit my parent’s for the weekend. This provided a distraction from my despair. When I arrived home, the flat fell silent. I sat aimlessly on the sofa, starring at the telephone, hoping that maybe it would ring. I tried turning my television on but I was oblivious to anything around me. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I knew something was wrong. Fifty-five minutes passed, as I stared at the phone. That was when I heard it
Corrie had become sick with the flu and was lying in bed when she heard the buzzer, which was a signal that the Nazis had come. On that day Corrie and her family were arrested and taken to prison in Germany. The conditions of the prison were too gruesome(QA) for Corrie’s father to handle. #2After 2 weeks of being in prison, Corrie’s father died of malnutrition. Corrie and Betsie went through many trial and questionings but never forgot that God was watching over them. Corrie and her sister were sent from the prison to a camp where they worked and were under the watch of guards, who were like hawks looking for their prey. The ten Boom sisters didn’t remain at the camp, but were sent to the worst women's concentration camp in Germany. While they were in the concentration camp, they observed(SV) numerous deaths and dreadful beatings. Corrie and Betsie read from their bible to all the women in their housing shack, and would lead the women in prayer and worship. #3Sadly, after only a few weeks in the camp, Bestie became ill. Bestie was moved out of the housing shack where Corrie was staying and was taken to the appalling hospital. Bestie died not long after being brought to the