Is War Within American Community?
The soldier was violently awoken by the wheels of the bus clunking over two large speed humps. His head rested on the raw cold glass pane of the window of the bus as its brakes clamped down forcing the vehicle to a halt. The doors slid open with a squeak, which echoed in the weary head of the soldier like a shrieking wraith. He awkwardly set one foot off the bus slowly followed by the other foot and sleepily stumbles into the passenger walking ahead of him. The soldier hit the ground feeling its cold rocky surface dig into his worn hands he looked up seeing a tall, poorly aged African American man stare at him with a frustrated gaze. “I’m so sorry Sir,” the soldier said scrambling to his feet. The man looked
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To the battles he fought on the desert plains of Afghanistan, fighting for his country against the terrorist threat overseas. Those memories have scarred him permanently as he relives them daily. He began to panic at the thought of the combat he had experienced and collapsed to the ground once again feeling the embrace of the cold lifeless ground underneath him. He inhaled air in a panicking fit, his chest expanding and contracting rapidly as his body attempts to calm him down. His mind slows as his focus returns to the present and his breathing returns to normal. He gathers his thoughts and collects his feet underneath him as he stands tall feeling exhausted. He begins walking at his own pace with his mind strained and energy spent he cant understand how he still walks but he knows he needs to get home. He looks ahead of him as he sees the tall man he stumbled into …show more content…
Gazing to the sky, every second that passed felt like minutes to the soldier. The peaceful thoughts flowing through his mind like a calm stream was dangerously interrupted by the humming of sirens. He looked over his shoulder as 4 police patrol cars glided past him. Just a hundred metres ahead of him the wheels ripped up the road as the brakes squealed. Once the cars came to a halt, six policemen rushed out and crush tackled the tall African American. They hit the ground with a force that shook the ground like grenade on tarmac. The policemen demanded the man cooperate as the soldier looked on, frozen in shock at the events unfolding in front of him. One of the policemen crowing that the man was under arrest as he is a suspect to a robbery that occurred 5 minutes ago in the next town. The marine rushed to the man’s aid pleading “This man has been walking ahead of me for the past 10 minutes and we were on the same bus from the airport! I can be a witness for him!”. The policemen didn’t let up with all six of them holding the man down it was all interrupted by the shuddering sound of the snap of bone. The police had broken the mans arm…still they did not stop. The soldier could not stand by as this was happening. He grabbed a policeman by the shoulder and the marine was quickly met with a fist to his face. Knocked back by the unexpected attack. He shook himself
Now that was the background on the character I was, it is time to put him in the historical context. While reading, “The War that Made America”, with no official standing to do by working through the refugee Half King Scarouady and the province’s veteran Indian diplomat being Conrad Weiser, himself. Also, together they made contact with Teedyuscung and highly encouraged him to meet the Pennsylvania’s governor at Easton in July. In between the years 1757 and 1758, Teedyuscung and the Pennsylvania’s representatives met here and there, until in November in conferences that had opened the way of the treaty meetings. The Quakers would keep the minutes of speeches that were made in the Council, and creating an independent record of the proceedings.
The heartbreaking photo of an American soldier comforting an Iraqi girl, as she vigorously fights for her life. Her pink sweater sleeve saturated with blood on the right side of her arm captured my attention as a child in despair. The solider safeguarded the irreparable child as he exhibits empathy in her time of need, after being separated by her family during the Iraqi war. The distressed looked upon the perturbed soldiers face with his eyes close, as if he is praying for the well-being of the injured child. While he sits in the desert, with his backpacks on the ground surrounding him and his fellow soldiers standing in the scenery with combat gear, holding assault rifles.
Thirty minutes had passed since Jahlil had entered the bank and he had wasted all of his ammo shooting rounds outside to fool the police into thinking the threat was larger than it was. Jahlil trained his weapon on his hostages and yelled for them to shut up and stay still. The police were outside yelling for him to come out on the bullhorn. They still had no clue how many people were armed inside he thought. Jahlil stood frozen. Waiting for the inevitable. Waiting for the huge double doors to get toppled by the swat battering ram and the full brunt of the law to bear down on him. It never came. Instead a lone police officer came in through the back. He was a short Mexican man. He looked very desperate but there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes. The moment Jahlil and the officer locked eyes their weapons came up. “Drop your weapon” Jahlil said. “Where’s my wife?” Said the man. There was a long silence. Jahlil was bluffing. He had no ammo. He was beaten. One look into this police officer’s eyes and he knew there was only one way out.
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Office of the Secretary of Defense stated , “we must not only be able to defend the interest of Kuwait, Saudi Arabia and ourselves an Iraqi invasion or show of force, we should also make manifest our capabilities and commitment to balance Iraq’s power-and this may require an increased visibility for US power…” and the former president Bush also said, “my Administration continues to desire better relations with Iraq. We will also continue to support our other friends in the region with whom we have had long-standing ties. We see no necessary inconsistency between these two objectives.” From the quotes we can see different aspects that encouraged the United States’ decision (US) to go to war in the Gulf. It is may not only the realist
This essay is about an event and its impact on people doing the right thing and on the military police officer’s victory. It’s also described what officers have to deal with when we go to calls. Police officers don’t get a lot of recognition when it comes to court cases that are won, we just get the satisfaction of getting that person off the street for a period of time and hopefully getting that person to learn a lesson and change.
Nothing can impact society like war. War can be viewed as noble and just, or cruel and inhuman, as well as everything in between. War affects everyone in society whether they are fighting in a foreign country or waiting at home for a loved one to return. War is an indispensable part of civilization; found at every chapter of human history. It is the culmination of the basic survival instinct when provoked. As has the technique of battle; society's view on war has changed as well. Today the act of war has become almost shameful, whereas in earlier eras war was glorified and heroic. American society's view on war has changed also. Our history, even as a young country has seen a great deal
The American voice: A voice of freedom that enables an individual to rise above a society and speak their thoughts without consequences. It is an unique combination of a society full of individuals; individuals from all over, living off a dream to make something of themselves. America is a country shaped by the people and their voices, speaking the truth of their adversities, battling society, to be who we want to be. Hawthorne captures the American voice eloquently through his stories, expressing how the Americans as individuals, could conquer prejudice societies, through their actions.
The man’s insane eyes stare us down from the crack of the door. I can detect his wrinkles turning up, showing that he is smiling at us. My brother and I lay limp on the floor; pretending that we are weak. My stomach churns as I consider about what they are going to do now. The metal door slams open and a sea of white suited soldiers come at us. Each of the soldiers forcefully yanks us up and locks our hands behind our back. My mind snapped and in an instant, I turned around and tackled the soldier holding my hands. I aimed for his neck, and bit down as vigorously as I could. I felt his blood enter me; it tasted sweet and it energize me. I bite down more harder, until I heard the cracking of his cervical. He lets out a sharp, piercing
War has taken place all over the world. It is brutal at times even necessary, and the United States of America has seen its own share of wars. Since September 11, 2001, the President of the United States has launched a war on terrorism, and currently we are still at war. The War on Terrorism has been one of the most important battles our country has ever had and overall it has been the best for the U.S. as well as Iraq. The United States does have its motives for the war, and those purposes are what make this country as safe as it is today.
I was out on the river getting ready to catch some fish for the week’s dinners. I heard the sound of gravel under the weight of the car wheels as it bumped its way down our dirt road leading to our house. I watched as a the military jeep pulled up and parked at the end of the driveway and two men in blue US Navy uniforms jumped out. The jeep was colored in a dark green paint job. The two men marched up the gravel sidewalk toward the front door, their boots scrunching under the dirt and rocks.
Your letters have both been received. I was much grieved at the sad tone of both. Of course we all deprecate war. But since the question of our existence as a nation seems to hang upon a thread, and in case a dissolution takes place war is inevitable. I say let it come when we are best prepared and when we have the national prestige and resources to back us. Who wishes to see a reenaction of the Mexican feuds. There if a party fails in a Presidential election it immediately sets up in opposition and usually so with success. What is our government good for if it cannot maintain itself. If the people are to rule in any locality they must do it by majorities. And if it those majorities are to be successfully set a defiance by [?] then the experiment of self-government is at an end. I say we have a greater cause for which to battle now than did our revolutionary sires. They fought against taxation without representation. We fight for the doctrine of self-government.
War means different things to many people. To some, war is a state of armed conflict between different nation groups within a nation or state. To others, like Thomas Mann “War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace. To me, war is a fact of life, a survival of the fittest if you will.
There have been ongoing wars throughout history. They all have the prevailing theme, which is, this just and unjust war, or is it just revenge? Although what is the technical legal term for a war? A war is defined as, "... an actual, intentional and widespread armed conflict between political communities…,” (Just War Theory). Along with the statement of the definition of war, the Just War Theory also includes theories such as Jus ad bellum, Jus in Bello, and Jus post bellum. All of these state that there are specific ways to declare war on another country, or countries. Although, each country has its own guidelines as to when a war is just or unjust; for the United States, we have a set of rules and regulations that we must
It has been 10 years now since the war and for every one step forward, he takes two back. Not even the bottle has been able to comfort him in times of need. Despite his experience, he was still very naive and every time someone told him to get help he would declare “I don’t need it”, or “I’m doing better”. He was in fact not doing better. Later that same year he purchased a gun, a small, compact handgun that he claimed he had purchased because he didn’t trust his neighbors. It would sit on his bedside table, loaded and in waiting for the time that it to would get its chance to take a life from this world. As the days would go on the more he would notice it, the barrel would gleam in the sunlight, and the trigger began to entice him more and more. But he couldn’t think about that, because if he did there might not be a way out this time.