Memoir's War: A Short Story

“Oh no, here she comes well it can’t be so bad” I thought as my mother came towards me. “How was your day honey?” I replied with a simple, “Good, thank you” obviously lying since, I had just failed my first test ever. “Are you sure? You look kinda down.” Under the pressure of guilt, I handed my mom my paper and braced myself. My mother looked at the paper confused for a bit...then her eyes widened bigger than I could ever imagine someone could. “What is this...this is a joke correct?” She was so shocked she didn’t know what to do she exclaimed, then, she called my

Joseph Plumb Martin was born on November 1760 in western Massachusetts. He wrote a book in which he described the life of an ordinary soldier during the American Revolution.”A Narrative of a Revolutionary Soldier” not only informed about the poor conditions in which the troops lived but also is one of the few soldier's accounts of the Revolution in general.

Chay knew something wasn’t quite right and asked, “Are we going to see mommy?” The preacher pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car. His uncle turned around and said, “Your mother isn’t coming home kids, she died this morning.” Then he broke down crying. “You’re a liar!” Chay screamed. “Mommy said she was going to play with me and the train tonight. You’re a liar, she’s not dead!”

Have you ever been hesitant to share a true story because you suspected that it would appear as a fabricated anecdote to your audience? Well, most of the time we add bunch of things or change a true story to make it sound genuine to our audience. We live in a judgmental and complex world where lying has become a part of our daily lives. Because of this habit, it is hard to differentiate the truth from a fabricated lie. Since I was a child, my parents always talked about battle of Adwa and many events that took place centuries ago. It is always amusing to listen to those stories because it is about heroic act that most of the kings of Ethiopia accomplished. Although I heard different versions of these stories, I always tend to believe my parents’ version. The reason is not simply the credibility of my parents’, but the way it was presented. According to the short story, “How to Tell a True War Story” by Tim O’ Brien, a true war story is hard to accept as true because some of the most agonizing parts are true, while some of the natural parts are not. Tim O’Brien’s narrative shows that a storyteller has the power to shape listeners’ views. We can change our perception because of the story teller, and neglect the fact that we are avoiding the actuality. Therefore by listening to different versions of a story, it will actually help the reader find greater truth of the story.

Yeah, I directed an episode of Haven in its last season. And that was something I had always been working toward even before I worked on Haven. I've shadowed directors as much as I could and as long as I could in the hopes of one day getting to direct myself. And that actually came to pass, and the experience was beyond my wildest dreams. It was just incredible. I loved it. I was terrified and just completely overwhelmed the whole time with a combination of sheer terror and pure joy. It was amazing.

Johnny walked into the living room, his stomach feeling queasy. His parents look his way in dull manner. They didn’t want Johnny home. They like him out with his friends, not bothering them. Truth is, they felt as if they wouldn’t be good parents even if they tried, so they thought “Why try?” They also didn’t want Johnny to end up like them so, they pushed him away and acted like they couldn’t stand him. Little did they know they were just hurting Johnny by doing so. They had planned to kick Johnny out on this night. They thought he would end up better off with the Greasers. So, when Johnny walked in his mother said, “Go pack your stuff and get out my house.”

After the war was over the family left the internment camp and came home and everything changed. “When we came back after the war it was fall and the house was still ours. The trees on the streets were taller than we remembered, and the cars more run down, and the rosebush our mother had once planted alongside the narrow gravel path they led up to the front steps of our house was no longer there” (Otsuka 106). This describes how during the years they were gone the entire street changed. When the family entered the house it smelled really bad. “We did not care. The paint was peeling away from the walls and the window frames were black with rot. Shreds of lace curtain dangled in front of the soot-covered panes and the floor was littered with

We were trapped in a house. There were redcoats surrounding the house. All we had was a bayonet and a knife. John was almost dead. He might as well be dead, having been stabbed, shot 3 times and attacked by rabbits (Don’t ask). John pointed out the window and said, “Look”.

turning my head again I saw Simon dive to my aid. He did not utter a

“Oh, there you are” her mother would reply Jordan would giggle, then run back out the back door with no shoes on. For a few days Jordan came inside the house limping on one foot, crying to her mother, “Mommy, I got cactus stuck in my foot” her mother would sit there with tweezers, pulling out each spine from the heel of her foot Jordan flinching each time she yanked one out. As soon as her mother was done, she'd look at her mother thankful she could help her, but still a tear still rolled down her face onto the floor from the surging pain now in her foot. Her mother would look at her in the eyes and repeat “You better learn how to wear your shoes” Jordan would nod, then limp off to her room to take a nap. One day, Jordan opened her eyes, she looked out the door and found her mother to be in the yard digging up cactus in the yard. Jordan made sure to put on some shoes and ran outside hiding around the corner of the house. Her mother saw her peeking around the corner of her house and said “Jordan, do you want to come help me?” Jordan smiled disappearing back around the house. She ran around the other side of the house trying to make her mother to jump. Kristina would giggle and say “Get over here you little turd” Jordan would run up to her mother, hug her, then look up at her saying “I love you mom” as her mother looked down

From January 8 to January 10, 2014, the first Wounded Warrior Pacific Invitational was held in Honolulu, Hawaii. Hosted at the Pearl Harbor-Hickam bases, this event included a total of 150 athletes. The Wounded Warrior Pacific Invitational was the largest joint-service competition outside of the annual Warrior Games. At the event, servicemembers from the Special Operations Command, Army, Coast Guard, Navy, Air Force and Marines took part in the various competitions.

Tim O’Brien’s short story “How to Tell a True War Story” details memories from O’Brien’s time in the vietnam war. It explores the concept of truth, and challenges its definition by asserting that there are certain truths about war which are more important than the actual facts and details of the event. O’Brien tells the story of his friend Bob “Rat” Kiley witnessing the death of their friend Curt Lemon. He also shares the story told to him by his friend Mitchell Sanders about a group of listening post soldiers that grow hysteric listening to the vietnamese jungle. He uses these war stories as examples to show how even when the exact facts are misconstrued, they are still true stories because

What are you-all up too?” “Nothing much.” Simone and David walked in. “How’s Angelica?” ask David. “She’s sleeping.” said Marie. “I’m going to go and peep in.” said Simone. “She went to Angelicas room, walked in. Angelica was watching television. “Hey sleepy head, you’re woke.” “Hey Simone, Where’s David?” “He’s up front talking to Momma and Aunt Lori.” “How long you been here?” ask Angelica. “I just got here, Angelica, Momma told me that you’ve been having headaches, Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine, the pain pills Mom gives me, stops it.” “You know I love you right.” “I know, Simone, Is it true?” “Is what true?” “I seen the news this morning, Is Brittany dead?” “Uh-.” “Simone, please, tell me, Is she dead?” Simone sat down next to Angelica.

It is a bright sunny day in Norfolk, Texas with a peaceful family of 5, child named Ron, Sophia, Anderson, John the dad and mom. They are living in a small house on the beach having a good life but they just don’t really think that house is the best for them at the moment. The kids all want a new house and the mom also wants a new house but the dad John wants to stay by the beach. Sophia says to dad “ Why can’t we stay on the beach dad, i wanna swim and fish all day.” Dad says, “ Well honey, I’m getting tired of burning up all day, all the waves all day, and the screaming of little children on the beach all the time.” Sophia says “ everybody else but you wants to move so why can we not move to Los Angelos, California.” Ron and Anderson don’t even care if they

Thanks for writing to me and my brothers some time back. I hope Chester is O.K. I just wanted you to know what’s happened to us since we joined the army. This is an awfully bloody war, and we have been in the thick of it. I have never seen so many dead and wounded soldiers. I guess I’m one of the lucky ones. I had one of my legs hurt so bad they had to cut it off below my knee. I had a good doctor and my nurse is just wonderful. They are going to send me to a larger hospital in a couple of days that is further behind the lines. Freddie was with me during the battles and was stabbed in the back by a rebel soldier. I was able to save him by getting a medic on the battle field to get him to a field hospital. I think he will be O.K., but his right