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It was just over three months ago when World War Three ended. America is torn apart. Never to be the same again. The world has began to crumble beneath my feet. Every step I take, another inch falls. The earth is getting very cold. It is very gloomy now. I began to find shelter and sleep for the night, where I would be gone by daylight.
I can still hear the gunshots leave thunderous ringing in my ears. My father went to war when this all started. He died less than one week later. He wasn’t there to take care of my mother. My two brothers and two sisters had to help me take care of her. The gunshot wound became infected. A few hours later, she was dead.
My brothers and sisters began to mourn because of her death. One of my brothers committed
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.
Why did they die? Why didn’t you stop it from happening? These are common questions asked following a loss. During this time of processing, two feelings are predominant; anger and guilt. The feeling of anger can be externally directed toward other people such as family members, colleagues, store clerks, bank tellers, and even pets. The anger can also be directed inwardly; this is when someone is angry with themselves. In both of these situations, the anger is misdirected. The anger being experienced is actually anger at the person that died. That is not meant to say we are angry with the person that died, rather we are angry at the loss of their physical presence in our life. We have been robbed of the opportunity to be with our loved one. Guilt is the other strong emotion that can be present when we are experiencing a loss. Many individuals get lost in guilt. These individuals believe they could have, should have, or would have been able to prevent their loved one from dying. If we step back and look at the situation, we realize we are only human. It is not our fault someone has died. We are not powerful enough to actually stop death from happening. Guilt is self-blame and it becomes a viscous circle that makes it hard to process grief. When individuals are able to rid ourselves of anger and/or guilt, it becomes possible to find
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brother had been taken away at such a young age and the only person that
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“The American Dream is that dream of land in which should be better and richer and fuller for everyone, with opportunity for each according to ability or achievement,” (Adams,“The Epic American Dream”, 1931, pg 214). Reading this I had to translate this quote for myself. I got that the American dream is that every American citizen can be successful and prosper in this great nation if he/she puts in the hard work, possesses determination, and the required skill. Such ideal, I think carries a lot of weight and promise to those who take advantage of the opportunity. However this dream is slowing dying.
It’s is a different feeling when the ground rumbles and shakes from the incoming and outgoing heavy guns. Speaking of heavy guns on our way to the trenches me and my company got the pleasure of seeing our heavy guns up close. I think that it brought a good feeling to everyone that knew they were getting backed up by those immense field artillery. As we approached the trenches two of the soldiers in my company got hit by a flying projectile. Know one really knew where it came from, I mean considering that there is constant chaotic bullet fire on both sides it could of been a sniper. That is a eerie feeling not knowing if there is a sniper or snipers that watch the reinforcements go into the trenches. What does the sniper just chose out of all your fellow soldiers who is gonna die today. Anyways we were told that me and my squad will spend the next four days on the front lines. How are we gonna do it. After we spend four days here we go to a reserves camp and then rotate back in. It seems like all of the men have gone through hell, even more than hell. I keep telling myself that I need to keep my head down and get home to my mom. It will be in three months that I will finally go back home. I need to get back home and soon I already hate it here and three months is gonna be too long. There is so much death, diseases, hatred, and hate. Hate for the enemy side and hatred for cause of everyone's suffering here. As a child I never really cared about the sundays me and my parents took to go to church. Now it's all I can think about. I think of god and of the miracles that i’m praying
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When we got about halfway there we had some food, canned peas and tomato juice. The peas didn’t taste too good but Sargeant Reynolds said “Peas will give are high in vitamin K, vitamin C, and vitamin B1.” So I ate them all but the peas weren’t that filling, I tried to get at least a little fuller by drinking the tomato juice but it didn’t work either. When we got to the camp were we moved out into the war we slept since it was at least 1 in the morning. After we slept we got up at around 4:30 to get ready. After we got up, we went outside, then we grabbed our guns. When we got to the area where the fighting was, the first thing I heard was a soldier screaming in pain. “Help! Help me!” The soldier said still screaming in pain. “Watashi wa korosa nakereba naranai!” A japanese soldier said. Then he shot a american soldier, killing him instantly. “Oh my god!” I yelled “Get down!” A soldier said, then he tackled me and he saved me. But he got shot in the neck. Blood ran down his chest. I started crying, he tried to talk but it was no use. He died minutes later, I got so mad that I got up and aimed at a japanese
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