How are you doing sweetie? How are the kids? How is work and how is the house? Is Tommy doing okay in school? How is Barbara Anne? Has she had her first period yet? Is she talking to any boys? Is Ricky Bob and that one little piggy… What is her name? Uhmmm Yeah Mary. Is Ricky Bob and Mary still engaged? Mary is a nice little girl, and I don’t want him to break her little heart how I broke your heart back in the day. It wasn’t fair to you and I still apologize about that sweetie. You are my cinnamon apple, my buttercup, and the love of my life. I want you to know that I am staying faithful throughout this war. It’s crazy over her Becca. Remember old Johnny boy from high school? Well I just saw him sneak off in the woods and go mouth mashing …show more content…
War is gruesome and horrible and dangerous and I have seen things. My comrades die in battle, friends commit suicide, friends who have gone missing, EVERYTHING Becca. If you survive this war…. I want to come home and finally get married. I know I ruined our first engagement and I am sorry, but I love you Rebecca, and I want to spend every minute of everyday with you. Also… I want you to sit down for this my dear Becca. I want you to start thinking of how you will be without me. You probably won’t understand what is going on on this side of the world… but it is not like that simple shit they showed us on the fliers. Rebecca if I don’t come back, please try to find a husband. Try to find someone who will pay for Tommy’s and Ricky Bob’s college education. Find someone who will love my baby Barbara Ann just as much as you do. Find someone who will do right by you and who will love you like I do. I say this because there is poison gas everywhere. There is gunshots all around and planes flying up above. It is scary. I got shot three times, but I can’t stop now honey. I am alright… I just want to finish this war as soon as …show more content…
I am honestly scared though honey. I am scared that I won’t be able to come back to you the way I left. I don’t know what it is, but people are changing honey. Wars change you. So many people can’t stop shaking. Loud noises triggers them and they start spazzing out. Some can’t sleep, some wake up yelling due to a bad dreams, everyone is on edge. I am getting there too honey. I can’t sleep. I almost killed my comrade because I was dreaming, and I thought that I was under attack. One last thing sweetie. There is something really serious happening with me right now. I have trench foot. Its no big deal though honey… I’ll be better soon, it’s just like a common cold so you don’t need to worry. Even though you are probably worrying right now because you are always worried about me. Worry about those people who aren’t getting loved ones. We had to dig trenches for safety and I don’t know which is worse. Dying by a gunshot wound because we don’t have trenches or surviving because we have trenches. I know this may sound really really crazy, but this is war honey. We have to do a lot of things to survive. We have to step over our comrades during battle to stay safe from “The Trench” or more known as “trench foot”. Trench foot is probably the worst thing about this war, well of course that and the poison gas. Trench Foot is a condition caused by prolonged exposure to damp, cold, unsanitary conditions. The foot become numbs, changes
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.
My Dearest Daisy, It has been awhile since I have been home and able to hold your delicate, fair body. I unable to express how dearly I miss you, being stuck here. Your golden hair and perfect complexion taunts me in my dreams in the dead of night. Your voice serenading in my memory, echoing as if that’s the only noise filling my head. That every other sound of war cannot compare to your sweet melody.
The air was warm, the beams of sunlight shined on my skin, and the sweet laughter of my daughter came as she ran about. I could hear the bark of the neighbor’s dog in the distance, the scraping sound of a jogger's sneakers on the gravel sidewalk and I could smell the sweet aroma of the ripening peaches coming from the tree in our backyard. It was a brilliant summer day just like any other. My husband, Matthew, pulled in. Our daughter ran to him as he walked up the drive, “Daddy, Daddy,” she shouted as she wrapped her arms around him, embracing him with love. My husband sat beside me and began to speak. My heart began to beat slowly and erratically at first, my eyes began to burn in their sockets and a lump rose in my throat. The hair on my arms stood on end as my eyes began to fill with tears. “I got orders babe, I’m going to be shipped out in eight days.” These words my husband spoke would be the begging of a whole new life, a whole new fear. This day my life changed forever. On this day I learned my husband was going to be deployed.
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
“Westley’’ announced Buttercup. ‘’Do you ever think about being king?’’ ‘’No not really.’’ He whispered ‘’Why?’’ As they both lay in their beds as the quietness of the night, grew upon them . ’’
We’re halfway through the show and we’re about to sing “Little Things” and I get this idea. “To make this song even more special, we’ll each pick one of you to come up here with us.” After I finish the room goes insane and the lads look confused. So the band starts to play and we begin to look. Zayn and Harry were the first to find their girls in the first row, but Louis, Liam, and I took our time. This was my perfect move to find her and I know where she sits. When I was holding those small hands her bracelet said “Row K Seat 3”, so that’s where I’m looking. “Niall what’s taking so long it’s not like you’re looking for the one.” Harry joked and the crowd went wild. But I am, there’s something about her that makes me crazy. “I found her.” I reach out for
“I cannot wait till I grow up and wear makeup like my friends. “Makeup is going to make all the popular boys and girls like me. If you listen to other kids around you this is what they might say. Teens like you don’t need to where make up to look good because you’re beautiful in your own way.
My uncle is about to be deployed back into the Middle East, and while I know it is his job, I am afraid. I am afraid for what all the troops deployed around the world face. While, I choose to believe that most will return in one piece, no one really knows how hard it is to survive being a soldier. The mental and physical hardships faced by soldiers worldwide are unimaginable. The bombing of Syria, and the terrorist attacks today makes this world, a very dangerous time indeed. Even though, we may think life is tough, being a soldier is just as challenging. As a result I wanted to share this eye-opening poem as a way to show my gratitude and to spread awareness. Because, American veterans and active soldiers today have faced excruciating obstacles for our freedom and yet those who do get hurt are not helped. I personally would be livid if my uncle or my father did not get the help they deserve for serving our country and us. The freedom that America has is because of its soldiers and this poem expresses a side of war that I hold to be important to understand and to share.“Where Broken Soldiers Go” is a saddening poem about a man recounting his military
Six years ago, My Mom, Dad, Sister and I started fostering a kitten named Buttercup, then named her Stella after we adopted her. Buttercup was her old name, along with her sister Butterscotch and brother Butterball. My family and I loved Stella. Stella is my version of a living treasure, even with her flaws I wouldn’t change anything about her. She's sweet, loving, and gives me someone to talk to who doesn’t criticize. She was my world, and still is. Stella has pure vanilla white hair, chocolatey-brown spots, and yellow eyes like sunflowers. Now she is six years old and I hope she stays with me for a long time. I’ll tell this story starting at the beginning at my house in Atlanta, Georgia, the place where I grew up.
Things went on as usual for the next two weeks. I had convinced Melinda to press charges on that son of a bitch for posting that video. Melinda gradually started to smile more often and we'd grown close to each other. We even started talking about maybe finding our own place, a small house maybe.
I hear gun going off all the time and when I wake up I?m in a different room. Some soldiers say its shell shock where you think your still in war when you?re not. I just hope this war ends soon I can?t take it anymore. I feels like I haven?t slept in forever. I think they will put me back in the trenches soon. Their starting to keep the wounded there in the trenches where they end up dying. The hospital is getting too full of men. Nurses say they amputate at least 20 legs and arms a day. In the back they have bodies covered to bring back to where they lived. I miss the family. I hear brother had to enlist too. I tried my best to have him located in communication but I don?t think they got my message. I have been looking for him and hoping I don?t have to pick him up. At some times I want to go back into the field but other times I am glad they located me where I
Many seek a reason to live, that fills the hollowness of their hearts with purpose. My brother, who has Autism, is that purpose. He has influenced my character and my convictions In the past, like so many others, I needed to feel a sense of belonging in society, in my family, and in the world. Whenever I turned on the television and watched the news, there were always disturbing cases of people abusing, torturing, and mistreating individuals like my brother.
“Nigga do you think I wanna hear yo’ bullshit ass excuses. You know the rules either you have my money or somebody dies. It's that fucking simple! I don't do this back and forth bullshit.” I swear these niggas think I'm a fucking therapist or a priest or
The only thing I can think about is food. I don’t think I can remember the feeling of having a full stomach, or my thirst quenched. Even the feeling of strength, of movement has left me. There’s no getting those feelings back until the war is over. The only thing that can be truly felt is the burn of the cold, and the fear. The fear is everything, consuming my thoughts, vision, and blurring the days together. It’s almost strong enough to overpower the hunger and thirst. I fear for my family’s safety, their sanity. My mother has started to go mad from the stress of taking care of my two younger sisters and myself. The war has stolen many things from my family; my father, brothers, home, everything. Even the sky is crying for us as it smudges my writing and blurs my vision even more.
A year ago I left ______I started going to an amazing school and met a whole plethora of wonderful, cute people. I made new, lovely friends that are some of the best people I’ve ever met. One person stood out from the rest, though. This ginger boy with the disposition of a golden retriever and a smile that I swear could make flowers grow. Of course I didn’t realize it at the time, but he’s the boy I would come to fall in love with. Now this boy—he is the biggest goofball I have ever met, but he’s the goofball that stole my heart, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.