I hope this letter gets to you on time, things aren't going so well. Many German’s are getting wounded and killed in the battlefield. Many of our fellow officers are helping with the wounded ones in the trenches and the dead ones. I’ve been here for about two weeks already and I really don’t like it any bit. I want to fight for freedom and liberty. A fellow companion of mine came in the other day and was telling me how bad it was outside in the battlefield. I had to give him medicine because he had gotten hit with the gas that was being thrown around towards everyone in the battlefield. I took a peek at his skin and his skin was bumpy and was very peeled from almost everywhere and i got nearly sick. Well my break is almost over, so I could go attend the soldiers in need. I have now been here for about a month. We have little supplies left and are low on food and drinks for everyone. I have seen many of my closest friends die right in front of my eyes and others. Many piles of bodies are around me, even if their dead, wounded, or people that have lost it because of all what's happening right now. The smell of dead bodies are sickening me and other …show more content…
I don't feel any pride from fighting because all I see everyday is people dying and thinking that if I might be next. Will I be able to survive any longer? I see others jump out of the German’s trenches, but then 2 seconds later fall down and die. Two weeks ago, while I was sitting in the trenches, someone had started to yell “GAS, GAS”. Then was feared out of my mind and ran for my gas-mask hoping that I would be able to get it in time before it spreads, so I can live to another day. There weren't enough gas-masks, so I saw my fellow soldier suffocate from the gas. I can’t believe that I am still alive and I always wake up every morning wondering, if i will wake up another day. Pray that the war is over soon so I may return back home
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.
Paul says, “ Our knowledge of life is limited to death”(Remarque, All quiet n the Western front). The main character and his classmates were only nineteen and twenty when they enlisted to go to war. Even before going to war the only thing these young men knew was death, cruelty, suffering and hopelessness. War forces men to be in constant fear for their lives. When they are in the war front they are not fighting for their countries, they are fighting for their own lives. Remarque writes about how the war has a destroying effect on the mental and physical health of the soldiers. Also, it makes them feel hopeless and sacred, they do not have any hope for a future after the war. Therefore, soldiers that were fighting the World War I disconnect themselves from their emotions to survive the horrible situation the war they were fighting. “We want to live at any price; so we cannot burden ourselves with feelings which, though they may be ornamental enough in peacetime, would be out of place here”(Remarque, All quiet on the Western front). Remarque in this quote shows how soldiers are coping mentally with the burden of war. All soldiers have a great bond of friendship and loyalty since they all share the experiences of
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” – Mark Twain. You only live once, and life is disastrously short. It 's anything but difficult to take a gander at individuals who are cheerful and accept they don 't comprehend your torment. The more established you get, the more you understand that joy takes work. Individuals who grin out in the open have been through just as much as individuals who cry, glare, shout, and so forth. They simply have the fearlessness and quality to grin through it. The loss and survival of many Germans and Jews during world war two affects people tremendously. These tragedies are part of Markus Zusak
I have just received your letter about considering joining the German army and fighting in this god awful war. From my tone already you should notice that I completely disagree with your thinking and am going to try my hardest to persuade you not to come out and fight.
This is clear evidence that war is really tough and soldiers experience a lot when fighting out there. There is a lot of psychological torture which these soldiers experience. They place their lives on the line just to fight for their nation and people. Junger recounts an experience where soldiers have to expose themselves just to save injured comrades. This is indeed a courageous act considering the fact that there are gun shots all over and any minute a bullet can land on anyone. It is indeed the highest risk that could ever be taken. For those who survive, it is simply luck. Junger notes that the soldiers look out for each other (Junger 56). The soldiers have a very strong connection with each other and it is common to hear some admitting that they could die if their comrade gets killed. J...
SUMMARY OF CONTENTS: The subject matter of this book was a soldier’s personal experience in World War I. William’s involvement was from May 1915 to January 1920. The title of the book refers to a Holocaust, not that of Hitler, but of the aspirations of being a decorated was hero and glory for Germany to the horrors of poison gas, trench warfare, and war’s irreparable disruption of everyday life. He spent one year in the trenches of the Argonne Forest, two months in the sector of Verdun, and forty months in French captivity and then finally a full year rebuilding the destroyed area around Verdun after the war was over. He established many relationships, self-epiphanies, not so favorable treatment, and many other first hand occurrences throughout his servitude that provide a very vivid image of life as a soldier.
Every sense I was a little girl my grandfather would tell me about his experiences during WWII as, Elie Wiesel did in his essay “A God Who Remembers”.My grandfather would tell everyone his story his grandchildren,friends, family and our neighbors(even if they didn’t understand him). I remember one day my grandfather asked me to sit down with him, he wanted to tell me his story. Even though I 've listen to his story many of times, I had this feeling that I should stay and listen to him. While everyone else was downstairs and playing I sat with my grandfather and listened diligently. This was the last conversation I remember having with my grandfather before he wasn 't able to speak anymore, because of his sickness. He told me about how he had to hide, so that the Germans would not find him.
wake up to see the face of a drill sergeant shouting at me to get up.
As Bertrand Russell once said “War does not determine who is right - only who is left.” No one ever truly wins a wart. The horrors of war are devastating; both mentally and physically. The horror is not only ever present during life on the Frontline, it lives on in the survivors guilt. I believe that althought the horror of war is represented in the soldiers, we are all too quick to forget about the feelings of those at home, the friends and families, and the effects the war had on them. The effects of war are prominent throughtout the Novels “Regeneration” and “All quiet on the Western Front” and is also explored deeply in Wilfred Owen’s “Selected War Poetry”. Throughout these works we discover that war was inescapable for these men, they had no choice, and it+++++s events were also inescapable. We discover that the men would rather die defending their country as a hero than live with the flashbacks, the guilt, the both mental and physical scarring. They would rather lose their lives than their limbs. I find these works encompass this question fully, as it covers all angles. Pat Barker never really shows her opinion in the novel, it is more factual, and as it is based upon real events and real people it’s a reliable source of information on the horror of war and it’s effects, without bias. Erich Maria Remarque had first hand experience in the First World War, and he gives us an insight into what life on the frontline was really like. Althought fictional, I believe his suffering would have still haunted him years later, compelli...
Like many other soldiers, they now go through an experience, that completely ruins their view of the war. They get so stuffed with all the terrible things they have seen, friends that have died, commanders that do not realize, that some missions are not winnable, but they will still attempt, as it will give them promotions, thus the loss of hundreds or thousands of their own soldiers. They get so full of negativity, that they begin to feel completely hollow inside. Like their lives have no meaning to it, as they will probably die anyway. The Poet, T. S. Elliot has written a piece of poetry called “The Hollow Men”, which tells the thoughts and feelings the soldiers had.
Dear Mum, How are you getting on? I hope Dad's cold is better. Send my best wishes to everyone! I am writing to you from the barracks of our regiment. My training is going well; I have many good friends here, and although the training I have been getting is necessary, I cannot wait to finish it, and get out to the Front. because the chances are that the war will be over within a few months, and I want to get a good chance to have my go at the Boche. & nbsp ; & nbsp ; & nbsp ; & nbsp ; & nbsp ; All kinds of rumours are spreading through the regiment about things that the Boche are doing.
The regular, stand-to was longer than it usually was. The night was cold and long we were on stand-to for most of the night without rest. The casualties grow higher by day, Yeatman and Johnson killed, alongside 81 killed and 34 wounded. I trust that may many be found alive and well, as one must always lose some in the dark. Inside the trench, crowded surrounded by other soldiers resting before dawn as usual until stand-to. Trenches, equipment, often blood soaked boots, corps guns, ammunition caps, laid everywhere along the wet flooding dirt ground. The loud but comforting rain, the only serene sound I hear here, we still have without break for the past four days, our small trench is starting to flood slowly day by day. The battle has seemingly taken a break, no firing from the other side.
it puffs up so much a bayonet could be stuck in a trench foot without
The way the mind operates and function, and the mental processes are the two ways the mind is defined.
Dear my beloved wife, I miss you so much and life here on the western front is much different than anything I had ever expected. I miss your food so much since all I eat here are bully beef, tack biscuits, tea and sugar and tough breads. I highly regret leaving you and I may have left you forever by the time you get this. The Great War is too extreme. I hope I can come back with enough money for u to live in peace.