Creative Writing: The Western Front

As a Tomb guard, the guards are all volunteers and go through very rigorous tactics. Each candidate goes through a set of intensive interviews both by the Sergeant of the Guard and by officers of nearby Fort Myer, where the 3rd Infantry is quartered. The volunteer’s motives for wanting to be a guard and his seriousness of purpose are

S: The speaker is Pericles. He is the head citizen of Athens, the ruler during the “Golden Age” of Athens. He is trying to send

Two powerful men remained, racing to get through the gate first. Many people feared a civil war would erupt. With fear of civil war, the Senate demanded both men to disable their armies. Pompey decided to listen in the hopes that he was in the Senate’s good graces, and he knew that Caesar was not. He gave up his army knowing that if Caesar did not, that Caesar would be declared an enemy of the Empire.

She feels Armin’s hand on her arm, tentative, and notices that the soldiers have disappeared. Just as she’s about to ask him, Armin beats her to it. “I told them to go up, said that it’d attract less attention.”

The poet and the governor have the same end goal in mind: the future of Rome. Both propose the argument that imperialism not only paves a strong future for Rome many years to come, but as the poet puts it, sets a strong example for the future generations to look back upon. The ultimate form of Mos Maiorum. This demonstrates the use of pathos as well as ethos, as it makes the audience recall what Rome was built on as well as lumps everyone into one category:

The service to Athens was expected not only on the battlefield but in the political realm as well. The firm stance taken by Pericles about the political interests of the citizens’ of Athens was, “we do not say that a man who takes no interest in politics is a man who minds his own business; we say that he

Relying on hostile evidence to recreate Marcus Antonius’ life from his youth until the Battle of Actium entrains several issues. This essay will discuss Virgil’s Latin epic ‘The Aeneid’, a kind of propaganda, Cicero’s ‘Second Philippic’ a piece written with personal and political intentions in mind, and Plutarch’s Rome in Crisis regarding Antony. One must treat these sources with caution, not least because of the inherent bias present in their writing. It is necessary to take into account the context, type of source and how the author has shaped material for their own personal or political gain. Limitations.

Approaching the American breastworks in the pitch-black night was not the most reassuring feeling in the world. True, our forces were far superior to the motley crew of American soldiers that lay before us, but confidence could only do so much for a man in my position. The thought of dying at the hands of these insane, untrained American soldiers crept into my mind and distracted me from my surroundings. Stumbling slightly in the darkness, I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized just how close we were to the breastworks. I held my breath and crouched down, as did many other men around me. All other sounds around us ceased. Slow, cautious movements and near-inaudible whispers came from behind the breastworks. I scanned my dark surroundings

In The Assassination of Julius Caesar, Michael Parenti highlights the many significant people and events that characterized the late Roman Republic. Specifically, he focuses on the time period between the election of Tiberius Grachus, to the rise of Augustus, the first emperor of Rome. In this account of history, Parenti presents the social, political, and economic aspects of the Roman culture from the perspective of the Roman commoner, or plebeian. Using this perspective, he also spends a great amount of time examining the causes and effects of the assassination of Julius Caesar. The views that Parenti presents in this book stand in sharp contrast with the views of many ancient and modern historians, and offer an interesting and enlightening perspective into class struggle in the society of the Roman republic.

Jimin wakes up to the sound of explosions and fire. A thousand and some men meet their demise each day, and Jimin prays at night he’s not one of them. The war rages around him, and he gets off the make-shift bed to get changed into his gear to help out. He caps the patterned helmet and looks at himself in the mirror. His reflection stares back, sad and weary, a youth gone wrong. He smears camouflage onto his face, high on his cheekbones until there is nothing left of him but an empty vessel of war.

In the article, “There Once was a Great Nation with an Unstable Leader”, Nicholas Kristof a columnist for the New York Times and a Pulitzer award winner, writes about the survival of Roman institutions and traditional expectations under the destabilizing and abominable rule of Caligula and how actions were taken by the public back then can be used today. Kristof, the initial reporter of the events in Darfur (a region of Sudan) has witnessed the struggle of the citizens to maintain stability against a ruler who is, “off their rocker” which makes him more than trustworthy. Kristoff pulls the example of Caligula and the Roman people in order to provide historical context and to convince the American people that while Trump’s presidency is a precarious

The Civil War, consisting in large part of Caesar’s own account of the conflict between himself and Pompey, explores the origins of the war, the manner in which it was carried out, and most importantly the role of pivotal figures on both sides of the struggle. Prior to his records ending and supplementation by military officers, Caesar makes a case for his involvement in and perhaps triggering of the war, one which would transform the social and political landscape of the Roman empire as battles and campaigns were waged from Spain to Italy, Africa to Asia Minor. Caesar walks a fine line between historian, strategist and orator as he attempts to record historical events, martial decisions, and persuade an audience respectively. Despite his efforts to remain impartial, as evidenced by his admission that “the Pompeians were winning” at Dyrrachium, Caesar consistently presents himself as a charismatic and skilled general and leader, jeopardizing the integrity of the text as objective material and allowing it to be a propagandist account of sorts. Ultimately, Caesar uses anecdotal evidence, the presentation of his personal thoughts, and juxtaposition with his opposition to paint his side of the war in a positive and just light.

I close the door of the elevator behind my husband. Our eyes join, like they have so many times before, and we are motionless; pausing our lives, only for a second. I hadn’t expected him to go out for recruitment. Although I suppose I should have; he’s far too proud to let others fight for him. That is where we differ. I desire safety, and he would go to any length to prove to me that he will always keep me safe, even at the expense of his own safety. Almost like we’re the perfect match of opposites. In this moment of stillness, he looks so much smaller than I remember. Too small to go to war. I long to make him stay somehow. If only our eyes could speak when our mouths are speechless and taken by premature grief. I go to open the door again,

I wandered across the street, the gravel crunched under my feet. I hear my dad yell my name “Amira.” I run toward my house. My dad tells me to lock the door as soon as I am in. Click, goes the lock. But, something’s not right, my dad is still outside. I look through the peephole in my door. I see 5 men in camo uniform with guns charging at my dad. They stop one meter away from him. The soliders raise thier guns. Aim. Fire. Bang, Crash. I can’t see anything except bright red blood. I scream. I hear the soldier’s feet crumble on gravel and the sound becomes more and more faint. I open my door and there in front of my eyes, my dad covered in thick blood. I roll up into a ball and start shaking. My throat starts closing up. Suddenly I hear a soft,

Right now I’m in these trenches writing a heart-filled letter for y’all. But these unbearable conditions have been unsettling to me. Everytime I want to get away from the gruesome war, I think about you. The shots of the machine guns, getting exposed to mustard gas, and having to see my fellow soldiers having to deal with trench foot, all makes me feel hopeless of me staying alive. All day and night, we had to be on the lookout. Planes from the sky makes us vulnerable for air attacks. All aside from all of those problems, the one main goal is to one day find my horse Joey. Maybe both of us will somehow meet me once again during or after the war. I’m very sorry to you guys if I don’t make it home alive, but I’m going to make a big promise, never in a day or night, will I forget about you guys.