The great man tinkered with his little motor. He worked in an eerie silence. The echoes of metallic tools reverberated through the area. The workshop was very spacious, a large opened room with several cluttered work desk scattered about the area. Loose pages littered the tile floor, stretching from wall to wall; illustrated with the man's genius rantings. When I entered the room, I took my time to step on the cracks between the papers. Trying desperately not to anger my new employer the first day on the job. It had been hard finding work. With war looming in Europe and skilled labor being in low demand. My only two choices were simple. Assistant or Soldier, needless to say I chose the former. I am not cut out for extreme violence,
All Quiet on the Western Front, written by Erich Maria Remarque, is a thought provoking tale about war, and the soldiers who fight these wars. The main character is an 18 year old boy named Paul Bäumer. Bäumer, growing up in Germany, decides to enlist in the army alongside his classmates after persuasion from his teacher. His story begins at the front lines of World War One. After two weeks on the front, Paul’s company receives a reprieve from fighting. 80 of the original 150 men in the company (Second Company) return. During his time off, Bäumer begins to reflect upon the circumstances that brought him there, his brutal time in training, and the death of one of his close friends. Over the course of this time of reflection, reinforcements arrive, and Bäumer’s company is redeployed into the front.
“GAS! Gas! Quickly men!” I remember that day like it was yesterday. The new recruits were training and were trembling in their boots. Sergeant Williams they called me. I was the officer in charge of B company, preparing them to protect themselves from the mustard gas bombs they would encounter in the trenches. “GAS! Gas! Quickly men!” I would roar like a great lion and they would rush to get their masks on.
Although men served in battle in World War I, women also had important roles that sometimes were not as praised as men’s. Certain situations in All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich M. Remarque can be seen as unsupportive of feminism, or the belief of equality of the sexes. Historically, women typically served as the hospital orderlies to care for and heal wounded soldiers in war. Surprisingly, mostly men play the role of the orderlies in All Quiet on the Western Front are men rather than women to do important jobs such as grabbing “[the bodies] as soon as [they] are dead”(Remarque 16). With the men attaining the role of orderlies as opposed to the women, the story is not necessarily in support of the feminist idea of equality between the
Every autumn, the leaves change colors. The breathtaking reds, yellows, and oranges fill the trees with life. However, when the dull and wilted browns come, many feel dismayed at the change which takes away the pleasantness of autumn. Erich Maria Remarque’s novel All Quiet on the Western Front, shows a similar heartbreaking change that can be seen in Paul and his comrades. They soldiers leave home as vibrant, red, leaves, and come back as a shriveled, brown leaves. They feel the affect of the catastrophic events thought the brutality and despair they experience. The war destroys the soldiers’ former selves and causes them to lose their innocence, their identity, and their hope.
The history and background of an author can play an important role in any story they write. If the author is a white German man who is writing a nonfiction story about a family who experienced the Trail of Tears, that story could probably offend Native Americans. That white German man has no idea what it would be like to be Native American let alone go through that suffrage. When finding literature to read it is important to consider the source it is coming from. Reading from different races of authors helps grow perspective. If you only read from old white authors, what does that do to your perspective? Is it really a problem? As long as someone is learning and gaining new knowledge, does it really matter what different races you read from?
It is March first, I miss you so much it is unbearable. Sleeping can be awful out here in the trenches only because I want to be home in a comfy bed again safe and sound where war isn’t the only thing on my mind. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I can’t breathe because I dream someone has invaded our trenches and shot me. It isn’t easy being out here but if it means fighting for you then it is what I will do.
John F. Kennedy once said,“Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind.” War can only bring war not peace, war can only bring people dark and despair not bright. In the non-fiction memoir, “A Long Way Gone: Memoir of a Boy Soldier, is written by Ishmael Beah, an author from Sierra Leone, Africa. This is a memoir talk about Ishmael his experiences during the civil war in Sierra Leone. The civil war began on 23 March 1991 and lasted eleven years, enveloped the country, and left over 50,000 dead. When Ishmael was a child he need to run for his life and he became a refugee. He lost his family and home, he displaced by war. Moreover, he was forced to join an army unit for survive, he was
It is with a heavy heart that I write to you all, but I do hope you all are well. It has been a rough three months since I've joined the other nurses in aiding this war and needless to say I have settled in and adapted to the conditions. Since the beginning, nothing has changed within these 3 months, neither side had gotten much advantage of the war. It would be as if a back and forward tug of war between the two sides. Everyday I watch from the tent as hundreds of men rot away in the horrid conditions of the trenches. Many were brought in but many doesn't mean all. After barely being treated and having about a week of recovery soldiers were sent back to suffer in the battlefield. A few weeks ago a huge storm crossed the battlefield. The trenches
The meadow near the Western Front was nothing compared to the vast fields of the prairie back home. There, in what seems like another lifetime, was a harvest full of life, colour, and promise. Here, there was only death and harshness. Trevor, our Commander, had once described the scenery of these fields in France before the chaos. He had said it was filled with little red flowers and high green grass. After three years of fatalities and rain, the scene shifted to represent the misery. There was no colour here. Our uniforms that had once been a deep green were now covered with dried mud. The scene before me was bleak. The sky was gray; as it had been since the first day we made camp in these trenches. The ground was muddy with small pools of
The story, “How to Tell a True War Story," begins with "This is True." How does that
Meanwhile, a specific sergeant tried to make my life harder. This sergeant enjoyed agonism which “occurs among those who enjoy fighting for its own sake and who perceive trading insults as a type of game” (p.21). I constantly tried to filter out the words being filled in my head, but my internal dialogue had been so negative and judgmental for so long I really believed the bad things. I could not and did not understand that I was good person with many good characteristics. I was fighting 2 wars in a combat zone, one against terrorists in the desert and the other inside my head.
The greatest war novel of all time has been labeled “All Quiet on the Western Front”. Many people have said that this novel represents an anti-war novel; however, many others have disagreed. “All Quiet on the Western Front” is best represented as an anti-war novel. It was very common to see novels about war being represented to be this great thing and how it’s of a high honor to go and fight for your country. However, the novel portrays war through an ugly perspective.
It is about the middle of the day and we are on our way to somewhere right outside of Paris. The
I was assigned my first mission, I was transported to the German army I have waited for this moment; for my line of duty that I would be apart in. Everyone was in a complete panic; all over the news was constant reminders that Austria army has declared war against Serbia. I knew that it wasn't going to end well, then again, doesn't war never end well? Bloodshed, men dying. Bombs. It was going to be complete chaos. Chaos, chaos, chaos. The thing that never ends. Everyone always getting their underwear tied in knots; because of something someone didn't like; or got accused of, and is determined to prove that it wasn't them who did it and decided to point their finger and get another country of billions of people. Now, everyone in every once
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