Sunday February 21, 2016 Today was one more of those average days. Saving the world, climbing big ben and snooping around Buckingham Palace. I don’t understand why everyone underestimates me. For all they know I could be putting myself in mortal danger. My headquarters is on the corner of Clapham Junction. I
(to Eric with a hysterical laugh) Don’t be an ass, Eric. I told you the same phrase ten years ago, but never mind. You have a fabulous young wife, who is pregnant. You had several dinners with the Royal Family, you and George V know each other quite well. You are a well-known man…
Our mission is to attack the government’s military base, people say I’m the best tactical soldier, I wouldn’t say that, although I will admit I’m pretty good. I might not be as good as usual this time, but whatever, this is the job. The commander calls in, “James, I know this may be a tough time for you, but you’ve gotta be on top of your game here, we’re counting on you, Commander out”. I respond with the usual ‘copy that’ and start preparing. The pilot, my protégé, tells me “Landing in 10 minutes, sir”. Always liked that kid. Bob’s his name, he’ll probably grow up to be
and so I am taking no chances. My family and I are making preparations. to leave Rotterdam tomorrow. We will head for the country and hopefully find refuge in my brother Frank’s, farm in Arnhem. I’ve told Jack that we are going to visit his uncle just like we used to do, for I cannot bear to tell him the truth.
I climb out through the window of my dormitory and step out into the dark peaceful atmosphere. It will be challenging escaping since there are cameras placed mostly in every corner of each building. Keeping my head up I head south towards the store and away from the dormitory buildings located at the far North close to the electrical field fence that separates us from the normal world. The only way out is through the store’s main gate that lets customers in. As I approach the store’s headquarter, were the leaders and officials are located, my heart raced like a runaway train, going faster and faster every second. I was really doing it. I am really going to escape this maleficent place. I quickly speed up my pace in order to not be seen by the cameras. I turn around a flashlight flashes a few meters away from. I run as fast as I can. My legs aren’t used to this physical work; they’re giving up. The light approaches faster and faster. Then, I feel the touch of someone's hands tackling me down to the floor. It all ends here and I know it for a fact. My mind goes unconscious as an officer carries me back to headquarters. I was fool a to think that I could actually leave this place. No one will ever know the what really goes on inside our
Some people like to stay in control of their life and avoid any amount of extraordinary risk to protect their self-disclosure. Other people don’t shy away from challenges as they are confident that certain obstacles are nothing more than just another thing standing in their way from living life to the fullest extent. Through personal experience, I’ve realized that personal comfort is nothing more than a variety of fears that limit me from challenging myself.
The eyes of the world are upon you…you will bring about the destruction of the German war machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed peoples of Europe, and security for ourselves in a free world. Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well equipped and battle hardened…The tide has turned! The free men of the world are marching together to Victory!”
This gruesome battle of the Second World War has been going on for over a year now. I have decided that the best thing I can do is go and fight in this battle for freedom. Currently, I am on my way to The Dieppe Raid. I was sad to leave my family alone but I knew it was the only way I could show just how much I care about their freedom and safety. I fear that this battle will just a terrifying and that I will lose many friends. I can only hope that my small effort to help will have some sort of impact on the overall war effort.
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!”
Forty-five minutes ago my cover was blown. I’ve been hiding out in London as a banker; there have been numerous reporting’s of some not so friendly characters snooping around the London Eye. Every day at 1p.m. they would walk into the South Street Band and then leave. Five minutes later they would walk in again, then leave. So my boss hooked be up with a job as a teller to report back my findings, but lately things around here got overly intense. Well if I am going to tell you this right I should start at the beginning. Let’s say three days ago.
The spotlights pass the streets in a timely fashion, moving up the walls of the buildings searching meticulously for something. He watches the streets from the darkened and watery alley careful to remain undiscovered. Knowing if spotted, it’s over. About a block north of his location one particular spotlight catches his eye. Probably the command center for the German forces he believes. Perhaps he is right as seven German soldiers marching up the street come from that exact location. His adrenaline reaches levels far beyond the normal status quo, as he watches the soldiers who unknowingly spread a fearful sentiment that has captured the dark and clammy conditions, giving the perfect backdrop to this surreal
I worked as long as most people do, a typical day of a 9 to 5 shift. I arrive home and eat dinner and prepare for my evening activities. I arrive in my true home, the bat cave. I listen to police radio and hear nothing. The joker had escaped and I was unable to find anything on him. Time passes growing later into the night, I hear that the joker has taken hostages. I then tell Robin to suit up and we take the joker down. Still noting seemed right, it had been easier than ever. I then hear that scarecrow has broke out of Arkham Asylum. I think that that is why he was captured so easily.
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.
I can’t believe what I had done last night. It was all of my fault… I killed three hopeless soldiers. I just can’t keep their deathly screams out of my mind. Although I killed these soldiers it was for the good of my group. I had to step up and do it. If I had not killed them, the troopers would’ve killed us. I could not off have done it but to save corrie and Kevin I had to even though I will remember this all of my life and it will haunt me in every possible way. Apart from this, today has been pretty cautious. Since the whole explosion I suppose those greedy pigs are out and about to find us. For a moment last night, I thought we were as dead as the rabbit’s we shot at home. The match as I threw it it’s flame suddenly extinguished but regained
In my spare time I am working towards my Gold Duke of Edinburgh award, and at this point in ti...
The environment around me remained blasé as well. As the bus picked me up and I entered, I let out no emotion that implied I was happy, but inside I could feel the proudness of my conversations that went inside my head, congratulating my own self for the excellent job. I sat down and produced my journal once more in the brilliant scene of intermittent gold strikes and gray clouds in the distance. “I have but few words to write about this major success.” I paused, thinking about the final sentence before my stop would arrive. “This battle marks the push on toward greater territory. I assume none of my enemies have made it as far as I had, and I hope that they would catch up. After all…” My stop was merely minutes away as the bus began to slow down. “It would only help to push my advances further– Onward, to victory!”