September 29, 2007
The weight of my tattered helmet felt like a heavy burden digging into my forehead. Only twenty-five days were left until I could return to a place called home: familiar and wonderful. I am sick of this place, the dark dirty nature of this jungle. I shifted uncomfortably and noticed the collar of my shirt was stiff with dried blood. It was cold. It was very cold, and the harsh wind was howeling fiercely against my back. Everyone was huddled together in a frozen cluster. I stared lonesomley at the worn out condition of my helmet. "Just like me," I thought. "We've been here to long," I murmured to my fading helmet: "Hang in there kid; you've always been a tropper," the voice of my father whispered in my ear. "Twenty-five days," I reminded my helmet, "Almost home."
~Molly Parsons~
Comments
Bell 5 years, 8 months ago
this paragraph had great detail it was like i was there, it shows how bad war is.
Bell 5 years, 8 months ago
I really liked this entry because it didn't sugar coat anything. She told it how she thought war actually is, and how it's been shown on television as well. It's really cool to see all the different types and styles of writing that people use. I like how she includes "shorty's" thoughts in the paragraph. ~Kylee S.
Bell 5 years, 8 months ago
I like this one. It gives you a very vivid picture and insight to his mind. He must be going a bit crazy to be talking to his helmet. - erika
Bell 5 years, 8 months ago
I think this is really good. This paragraph really shows how the soldier feels about the war. I like how you told it from the view point of the soldier, and your writing style really made it easy to understand what the slodie was feeling. I like the view point you took as far as how soldiers feel about war in general.
Emi Birch
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