“Hold it!” I screeched. I rose the rifle, pressing the stock against my shoulder. His ripped uniform was deep, blood red. The patch on his shoulder flashed the marking of the Soviet Union, sworn enemies to the Fourth Reich. I gritted my teeth and narrowed my eyes. “State your name!” I demanded. His head was bowed with his hands held up in surrender. My finger stiffened against the trigger. One shot in his skull would end his pathetic life and make my country safer without another Soviet soldier. His hands were still raised and he slowly tilted his head up. I never got a good glance at the soldier. Scruffy beard, messy hair. Dark brown hair, to be exact, almost dark enough to be black. Green eyes stared at me, worn down from the wars but still …show more content…
With the hundreds of years that had passed, it was amazing that anyone’s voice carried a twinge of an American accent. Some still did, it was hard to read unless you were raised around it like I was. The majority of the Fourth Reich were past American families rising up with their German relatives, wanting to strike against the country that deported them into the country that could not support them. We were all under rations and housed together with multiple families. Population control settled in and we were being pinned against others to be married to make the perfect German children. The wedding ring on my finger suddenly felt heavy at that thought. I felt his hand dig through my breast pocket of my ash grey uniform. My passports were yanked out, flipped open and inspected. “Ah, so the German bitch is a Captain of the Fourth Reich. Braun, Willow.” The man snorted and pocketed my passports. Damn. The barrel pushed against my other cheek, making my head tilt back and look up at the sky. The man loomed over me, flipping the rifle over to where the stock was in my face. “Good night, Captain Braun.” The stock slamming down and his own laughter were the last things that I
“Come on you assholes,” He shouts, opening fire by way of a silent pulse on the unsuspecting Germans the result is mind boggling as every living cell is shut down in their nervous system. Headlights are coming up the road and four soldiers lay on the ground dead. A brilliant spotlight strikes his face,
The Third Reich was a racially motivated killing machine that resulted in the death of six million Jews. However, the regime’s murderous campaign was a response to a set of circumstances that allowed it to obtain control over Germany. Today, the question of what circumstances ignited the Third Reich has gained attention from historians all over the world while creating a variety of possibilities. Thus, the different perspectives have caused the subject to become controversial among the devoted historians. This is especially true when considering the views of writers Daniel J. Goldhagen, Robert Gellately, Hans Mommsen, and Norman M. Naimark.
That night a gun shot rang out across the camp. Jake grabbed a knife and ran out of his bunk. Lying on the ground in the center of camp was Sam. He had shot himself in the head beneath a tree. Carved into the trunk of the tree was a sentence and it read, “I am forever sorry brother, I shall join you so I can never let you down again – Your comrade, Sam”. When Jake
Time itself was frozen. Yesterday was cold, but not like this. Now, it is almost zero. I stepped across the carpeted floor as the support wood creaked under thermal contraction. The staircase shivered as I descended. No one was there except for an old wooden table and a fork. Slowly sliding across the frozen floor, I navigate the dark maze of hallways that is my first floor. I grab my ski jacket, put on my boots and slide outside without a sound. No one is anywhere, and as far as my family is concerned, I am still asleep. I begin to work at creating my arsenal. I mobilize for a total war.
“My battalion went up to the Danish front today. That bastard shot up almost all of us. He’s almost got up to Magdeburg in his territory.” Ludwig took off his own faithful rifle, handing it to Gilbert in hopes his brother would clean it.
Therefore, this film is not only a testimony about the German past but also the German present. It displays the irrational annihilation of six young Germans at the end of WWII, summoning up a very agonizing recollection of Nazi Germany’s futile effort to turn back the Allied invasion by hurling teenage boys into the
I hated that stupid rock. I couldn’t move it, climb over it, or swim through the river around it. That wouldn’t count. Part of me hoped that the rock would tip over and fall into the water so I could laugh as it tumbled away, but I knew I couldn’t be that lucky. I wanted to kick it halfway across the globe or punch it up until it was nothing but rubble. I couldn’t though, because it’s a rock, I’m a human and human-rock relations just don’t work that way. Maybe I would get lucky and someone from Romania would randomly decide to make a display of gigantic stones from around the world. I wondered if the rock would pity me and move out of the way if I cried. But it’s a rock, rocks don’t seem to have emotions.
It was one of me, against an army of them. The tall humanoid beings were swarming the objective in packs. There was no hope of victory, with all of my companions either incapacitated or deceased, but I was the only thing between them and the objective, I wasn’t going to survive, I knew that, but the lab’s safety was our nation’s last hope, so I charged.
What is Historiography? The study and analysis of historical writings, the method of analyzing a historical period based on the perspectives of historians to the event.
In 1961 President John F Kennedy put together a doctrine, which altered from President Eisenhower’s one. It was to “Respond flexibly to communist expansion, especially guerrilla warfare.” (Roskin & Berry, 2010, p. 58) It was a time when the Cold War was at its height and nuclear weapons a mass threat and source of power. This doctrine was aimed at using alternative means before opening into combat. This, in light of the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962, it succeeded in doing.
Larkin recalled a past life almost perfectly, but since that wasn’t enough for him he had an out of body vision. I swear he’s probably going to kill himself on his own; I wish I knew way his past lives are coming so easily now, he knows about Egypt and Japan, what’s next his time in the army in WW2, who knew apparently not me…….
The end of the Cold War and the dissolution of the Soviet Union resulted in major shift in United States foreign policy. For years, the United States supported tyrannical dictators in return for stable anti-communist government receptive to United States interests. The Cold War resulted in a new world order with the United States as the lone global hegemonic power. In Eastern Europe in particular, the end of the Cold War ushered in an era of economic growth and a large increase in the number of liberal democracies. Although the world saw a large increase in liberal democracies, a new regime type referred to as competitive authoritarianism began to emerge. According to Levitsky and Way, “In competitive authoritarian regimes, formal
Nearly four years ago, when I was only twenty, I spent six months volunteering in Moscow as a Hebrew teacher and dorm counselor. I went for practical, hands-on experience and for an opportunity to give back to the Jewish community. The charity school where I worked had both dorm and orphanage students from all over Russia, the dorm students came from troubled or broken homes, while orphans were bussed in daily from the orphanage. Having just finished three years in rabbinical school I was fluent in Hebrew, and with my Russian heritage, and my training and heart to serve, this was the perfect opportunity.
The most important turning point in contemporary history was propitiated by the end of the Cold War, when one of the fields of the bipolar era disappeared, opening the way for a unipolar world under American imperial hegemony. The United States immediately began to use its unquestionable superiority, seeking to transfer the conflicts to the military confrontation. The apex of this policy of militarization of conflicts was in Afghanistan, Iraq and Libya (Missiroli, 2015). Although in relatively different ways, the outcome of the conflicts was by military means - invasion, occupation, bombardment, overthrow of governments (Monteiro, 2014). Even with wear and tear, this road was imposed until recently without any obstacles to US domination. Until the conflict with Syria, which was heading for a bombing of the territory of that country, had an unexpected turn, with a proposal of agreement formulated by the US Minister of Relations and accepted by the US.
The desert air was cool that night. Scattered shards of moonlight cut through the thick overcast, like spotlights sweeping the arid landscape. Luckily, I was posted with Raymond. He was far less chatty than the other group members. We were stationed on the eastern wing of my group’s watch zone, where we were responsible for disposing of any ‘foreign invaders’. That was our mission, kill all who try to cross the border. At least that's what my dad told me. The padded butt of my AK-12 assault rifle was firmly nudged into my shoulder, feeling as if it was attached to me after two hours of sitting. I fidgeted with the safety out of boredom, something Dad had told me not to do. It was my twelfth outing with the group, as I had only turned