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I have loved you all, and have constantly missed you during my time here on the front lines. I think of you, my lovely wife, for all my free time, and what our life could have been like if this damned “Great War” hadn’t happened. My most beloved children, forgive this old “Kat,” (see what I did there?) I had to miss all the birthdays, holidays, celebrations, and quality time, all to serve the Fatherland. Know that I did all this for you, my family. If I never come back, the only regret would be if I never saw you grow up my children, and that I could never spend that time enjoying you, my love. I must tell you though, I had another family here on the front lines. They were the boys that I was given to train, and turn them from boys, into men. …show more content…
I was to help them to live for as long they could, and try to make it out of the war with them and myself unscathed.
In the front lines here in Western Germany, France, and Belgium, it’s all about defending the Fatherland, watching for artillery attacks, trying to stay alive and low, and making sure to run from any grenades, and most importantly, help save those that you can. The only people in the world I love more than each and every one of these boys, is you, my family. I feel so defeated when one of these young men die. The first to go was Albert, with an infected leg. I hope that if God claims these boys, he does it quickly and painlessly. I hope to set an example for them, and for you, on the subjects of honor and duty. I hope that if you, my family, ever had to go into war, that someone would take care of you as I’ve taken care of these boys, my second family, my frontlines family. They alone have seen me at my worst, and still follow me, look up to me as I hope you, my family do. I pray that you never see what I have seen, these horrors of war, the killing, explosions, dismembered boys, young men, old men, all lying on the fields, eaten by rats, disease, infection, infestation, the absolute worst conditions of all
humanity. I pray that if I never come home, that you will always remember me, what I’ve taught you, and always remember that I will always love you. Never forget that your first duty is to God, then your country, then you ruler, be he President, King, or Kaiser. Be good my children, I’m sorry I could not leave you more, you deserve to be more than a cobbler’s children. My wife, forgive me for leaving you, I pray that you keep me in your heart, and forgive me for leaving you. With love and little regret; Stanislaus Katczinsky, father, and husband
"Dear Mom and Dad: The war that has taken my life, and many thousands of others before me, is immoral, unlawful, and an atrocity," (letter of anonymous soldier qtd. In Fussell 653).
A time to remember those who died, those who served, and those who carry on.” ~Unknown. Servicemen make sacrifices daily. During 9/11, the Manhattan firefighters were responding to a gas leak when they heard the explosion from one of the twin towers. Policemen and firefighters from all around New York and surrounding areas came to help rescue the victims. They searched through rubbish and raced with time to check the buildings before and after the buildings collapsed. There were clouds of smoke, dust, and debris flying through the streets; blinding the bystanders. Hundreds of servicemen died that day, including military personnel in the Pentagon who were also hit by the hijackers. I had a cousin named Johnnie Doctor Jr who was in the Navy. He was killed in the Pentagon. I never got to know him, but from what I heard he was a great person to be
As far back as I can remember, you have been my personal hero and I owe so much to you, not the least of which is a Marine Corps heritage for our family to include a fantastic career in the Corps for myself. Had it not been for the photos of you and Uncle Bernard in your dress blues, setting on the dresser at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, I may never have joined the Marine Corps. Looking at those photos every time I went there always made me proud of you and Uncle Bernard and were a continuous source of intrigue for me. Those photos along
Whenever one reads or hears about World War I or World War II, you hear of the struggles and triumphs of the British, Americans or any of the other Allies. And they always speak of the evil and menacing German army. However, All Quiet on the Western Front gives the reader some insight and a look at a group of young German friends who are fighting in World War I. “This story is neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped its shells, were destroyed by the war.....” The soldiers of this war felt they were neither heroes nor did they know what they were fighting for. These soldiers were pulled from the innocence of their childhood, and thrown into a world of rage. Yet somehow they still managed to have heart and faith in man kind and could not look the opponent in the eye and kill him. For he was man too, he too had a wife and children at home, he too was pulled out of his home to fight for a cause he didn't understand.
Son, after I'm gone I want you to keep up the good fight. I never told you, but our life is a war and I have been a traitor all my born days, a spy in the enemy's country ever since I give up my gun back in the Reconstruction. Live with your head in the lion's mouth. I want you to overcome 'em with yeses, undermine 'em with grins, agree 'em to death and destruction, let 'em swoller you till they vomit or bust wide open (Ellison 430).
"I made my first visit to them as chaplain on Sunday morning. The scene beggars all description. Some of them were comparatively young men. But they made the fatal mistake. They had only twenty-four hours to live.... Here was a wife to say farewell to a husband forever. Here a mother to take the last look at her ruined son, and then a sister who had come to embrace for the last time the brother who had brought disgrace upon the very name she bore by his treason to his country."
...though people believe that, those on the home front have it just as a bad as the soldiers, because they have to deal with the responsibilities of their husbands, there is nothing that can compare to what these men have gone through. The war itself consumed them of their ideology of a happy life, and while some might have entered the war with the hope that they would soon return home, most men came to grips with the fact that they might never make it out alive. The biggest tragedy that follows the war is not the number of deaths and the damages done, it is the broken mindset derives from being at war. These men are all prime examples of the hardships of being out at war and the consequences, ideologies, and lifestyles that develop from it.
I miss you very much. Since the last I wrote to you, it was awful. I hate it here. The trench we are currently in is old and worse than the one we were placed in before. The aroma here is very unpleasant. At times I feel as if I will become deafened by the constant sound of shells, being fired back and forth. It's always dark here, the sky is always filled with big black clouds. I miss it back home where the sky was blue and the clouds were white. Last time we left the trenches we marched 15 miles with not a lot of water, no food and the weather was very bad.Things are hard to describe but even harder to deal with. I haven't experienced anything as awful as this before. Life at home was so peaceful before this whole tragedy happened. We barely
And because of this devastation, I do not wish this pain even to my enemies. I have felt the pain of the loss of a Sister; have felt the pain of the death of my Mother, and felt the death of my Father. I know how it feels. I experienced it. It is painful, looking at those old kind folks who bore you; who took care of you; went through all kinds of sacrifices and pains just to look after you for years and years, until one day the child stood on one’s own two feet, and then.
Dear my lovely family by writing this letter I'm letting you know that I'm doing well. I miss each and every one of you. I missed the smell of the fresh baked loaf of bread. It has been a very long lasting journey for me and my fellow mercenaries. We walked for almost four months. My feet is sore and I have blisters on them, but do not worry my love I am a man I can take the pain.
It's clear to him now the man who gave me everything he was capable of, did his best to spare him and everyone else the reality of war. After the war ended, his generation was told to "man-up," buy a house and pretend that nothing happened. Despite all he experienced, and the pain he was withholding, he was a loving, generous father. The war had always been with him privately, but at the end of his life he began to talk about what really happened at the Battle of the Bulge as they walked, as it faded into his fog of
A Soldier's memory gets erased of childhood memories and future and is replaced with the sight of blood splashing bullets of a man made killing machine held by another soldier only fighting on the other side. “So I take him on my back and finally start off to the dressing room.” (Remarque 87). War is one of the few places true brotherhood exists. No matter the cost a Soldier's actions might hold, they would do anything for their fellow brothers if it means their brothers would have another chance at life. In All Quiet On The Western Front, It writes the many stories of brotherhood Including the sad traumatizing stories from watching a Brother die to carrying his corpse to the dressing room without realizing it. “If it came down to it, could I take the bullet, I would. Yes I would for you” (For You). Even though Paul had no idea of the final blow to his friends head he still carried him endlessly and exhaustingly to the dressing room for Hope of his Brothers life.
It is ALWAYS fitting to remember our military personnel that have died in the defense of this nation. I could NEVER forget it. I rarely talk about my own ventures into the world of combat. In fact, most of us older coots go out of our way to avoid it. Many of us didn’t serve in Vietnam because we felt our nation’s survival was at stake. We did it because, unlike now, the military draft was the law of the land and Vietnam was our “war”… our time to step up and serve, even though Congress never formally declared war. Most of us never thought much about the righteousness of it. It was our duty and we did it.
Me, Donna, my daughter, Gina, and her friend, Jenny got stranded in the middle of one of the most dangerous places in the world. There was nothing even remotely green, the place was a desert, and it had an area of 3 million acres. We were going to drive to a landmark but we must have taken a wrong turn once we hit the mountains, I tried the GPS but that got us more lost. Then our supplies including gas ran out and we have been walking ever since.
Lastly in regards to the Bishop, his statement in the final line of the poem continues the trend of the insincerity while picking back up on his contradiction in religious statements. The Bishop makes the remark “The ways of God are strange” in response to the soldiers listing out the various physical injuries that have changed them (12). If he were to actually care about the individual persons, then he would open his eyes to realize the fact that the war is truly taking its toll on men for the worse. And rather than deciding to deal with the issues at hand, the Bishop continues blindly assuming God’s will is to continue the destruction of human lives despite the losses on both