Analyzing global trends and current events and connecting it to literature in the 10th grade. Classes taught by Mr. Shawn and Mr. Speckels.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Cultural Analysis 1, Period 5
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Saving the country
It is the 22nd of June and I knew that I must write to tell you I have survived the evacuation of Dunkirk. And now with France surrendering, we now know that Hitler and his troops are going to attack our islands. Most of our soldiers are tired and had to leave all of our weapons there on the beaches of France. But, we are safe now and that is all that matters. Now, we must wait for the attacks. I will admit I'm scared for my life, but I must know that you and our child are safe. I will fight for our safety and for our country’s safety. My dear, please be safe. I will write soon.
With all my love,
Bruce.
My dear,
It is now July and Hitler has begun his attacks. I think about you day and night. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms once again. It is extremely hard to be away from you for this long.
The RFA are keeping up a good job on defeating Hitler. Even though we are out numbered, we fight hard and long to make sure we are all safe. I know you must be so scared to hear the bomb sirens going off and not knowing what’s going to happen after. I go everyday thinking like that when I'm flying the planes against the Nazis. We go up almost four times a day just to fight off the Germans. Its tough and I’m not always sure if I'm going to come back but don’t worry about me I will be fine.
Its getting tougher as the days go on and I’m on duty have not much time to finish this letter. It is now august and we have lost many people its sad to see them go but I know they have served their country. I am now just waiting for my time to see you. The Germans have changed plans and sent to bomb London. We are all very furious and will take our revenge. We are all ready to take back what is rightfully ours. We are ordered to go to Berlin to have our revenge.
We have won the battle now and I will be returning home to you our bombing of Berlin has sent out a message which was that we shall now be messed with. I will be home in a few short weeks.
With all my love,

Bruce.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
What's that in the sky? A bird? A plane? NO IT'S CABRERA PATEL!!!!
I, Cabrera Patel, was fascinated by such adventures of war. I got excited how great it must be to defend your own country. Little did i know, fate had hit me hard. Germany was angry at the restrictions placed on them by the Treaty of Versailles and they wanted to retaliate.
I was 18 at the time. So after France were breached, i was immediately drafted along with my friend Adam Savage. Were were placed in the same squad. We stuck together through thick and thin. Our first assignment was to rescue the Allied troops across the English Channel. We were stationed at the coast and see the troops off. Our mission was succcessful.
I thought our previous mission really represented what being a soldier was about. I was so wrong in so many ways. Sometime in September, Adam and I, Cabrera Patel, peeked out the window of our base and witnessed few hundred bombers flying toward London, Plymouth, and Conventry. I sounded the alarm but it was too late. London, Plymouth, and Conventry's major factories and industrial streets were reduced to rubble. I got angry thinking my own family could have been there. I questioned some of the other troops and shouted! "Why weren't they detected on the RADAR!?!" They say they already saw it coming but we weren't ready to retaliate. Few days later we set off in our aircraft carriers to share our fate with Germany.
They never saw it coming. We successfully induced maximum damage on their own factories and industrial streets and returned. We celebrated our successful mission. But it will take much more than one bombing to keep Germany down.
We were about to set off to do another assault. We were going to blow the entire city of Berlin.
There were about 1000 of us. But before we even went for a few miles we saw their fleet of 4000 of them. I remembered Churchill's words ringing through my head. This was the final stand. It was time to end this war. We flew straight in. Rockets were flying by our ships. Alistair and I witnessed a few ships behind us immediatley combusted into flames. Adam shouted to me and complained that he didn't want to die. His voice was shaking over the speakers! Then the most horrible thing happened I witnessed a rocket flying toward HIS ship! I wanted to say something but I was scared stiff as I saw his plane fall apart in a fiery explosion with pieces of the plane flying out in every direction. Holding back my tears, I took evasive actions and blew up like 3 planes! Then I felt some violent shaking! A bullet grazed my engines! I was still able to fly but one of my squad members told me over the radio to land back at the base. I went back with my head down, mourning for Adam. We had to fight like this for a few more days.
In the end, the Allies pushed Germany into submission and they surrendered. All of us back in Britain celebrated. I went back to my friends and family who wasn't hurt at all! (R.I.P. Adam Savage) We were all pleased to be together again. WWII was a big part of my life and nothing could change that.
Friday, May 27, 2011
I-Search Interview #3 Taylor James
I-Search Interview #2 Taylor James
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The Unforgettable

Tuesday, May 24, 2011
An unforgetable day

May 1, 1945
Dear Journal,
Ace! The war seems to slowly be cooling down and as I write this journal entry while in a cafe smoking my baccy. It seems safe to be out in the open rather than it was for the past ten years or so. Today, I woke up from my bunk and walked down the street to the Market as I pass by a propaganda about the Germany suffering which gave myself an uplifting feeling. I came home that night and told my family at the dinner table what I saw on the way to the market. They thought it was too good to be true and that their powers will restore. Let's see what lays ahead of us.
May 7. 1945
Dear Journal,
Holy shmokes! Breaking News! GERMANY SURRENDERED. But does that mean the war has ended? It must mean that right? It would make no sense to continue a war. Hitler was in charge of most of the military and made stupid decisons! He underestimated our army and the ability to fight against his. His decisons made us fall right into path to defeat and possibly end the war!
May 8, 1945
Dear Journal,
THE WAR IS OFFICIALLY OVER and Europe is in peace. We can all sleep in our beds without worrying or hearing gunshots. Today was probably the most memorable day of all the history of Britain. I went to the city to see many people partying, having beers, cheering, and crying. The troops came back and was able to feel their firstborn's touch. Thousands gathered together and celebrated the tremendous news! As I'm writing this journal entry on the sidewalk, I hear the tears and cries of joy. Now that we are at peace, it's time to fix our economy.
June 20, 1945
Dear Journal,
It's been a litle bit over a month and Britain still continues to party. I'm not used to hearing peace at night and sleeping restfully on my bed. Ever since I was a small child, the breakout of the war was intense. The newspapers seem to be selling out with all the news that has been going on. Word on the street, Hitler died the next day he surrendered. Hoorah! Let's keep it this way.
More Than Good, Just Good Enough
It was the day we got called in to help evacuate the soldiers in
The name’s Hugh, Hugh Colt. I am quite a young fellow myself. I grew up in ze slums of
It was quite a foggy day, not like the others. We were camped out by a river. I came out of my tent to just sit and get some fresh air. There weren’t many of us, maybe 4,000 or so. We were on our way to
The next morning we were awoken with sudden yells of the generals. General Adaams took me with him and gave me my fathers pin. I put it on with pride and took a few troops with me to head on towards
“Dépêchez-vous! Les Allemands envahissent la
It read to us that we must hurry to
It’s that point in the story now where everything’s all caught up. Philip J. Butler was like a little brother to me. I barely knew him but I could see a part of myself act as he does. We were both determined to save these soldiers. But when I saw him look at those soldiers, dead, I didn’t think he could handle it. But I knew he was strong like I was. We got to
the Day Nothing Could Kill Me
Back home in ohio, I was a football star and the usual all American boy from the normal family. I had no understanding of the outside world beyond my county’s lines. Even my basic training unit was based out of a town twenty minutes away. I went through the training course like no problem, but after graduation we were told rumors of a mass deployment to re-take Europe from hitler and all of us were going. Sure enough two weeks later I got my deployment letter from the president complete with a copy printer signature…pssh some respect they give us troops.
The day before we left silence was the band as we lay in our bunks setting sail to our fates. Nobody really thought much of what we were going to do, but then again nobody for sure knew what we were going to do, so morale was high as we heard voices of troop pep gals over the radio. We had an immediate briefing on our assignment later that day. We were to be deployed tomorrow on the beaches of Normandy and the only detailed subject covered was to kill as many enemy as we could and we were wished good luck, the final words said to us by our general was “ Last rights will be read at nineteen hundred sharp.” Jee what a way to make us feel good about what we were doing, but it was too late it was lights out and we were invading in the morning. The only sound that night was the sound of planes dispatching down the runways to drop off the hundred and first boys behind the lines, man those mac’s had moxy, you would never catch me behind the lines at night, or even in a plane! Every soldier from seventeen to twenty nine lay in there bunks stone quiet wondering what awaits them on that beach.
It was a cold morning as we entered the runners, “match boxes” we called them, made of pure cold steel which made it even colder. We were told not to wear jackets because they would weigh us down on the exit. Everything was splittingly loud and violent, I remember stepping foot off the matchbox then blackness. I woke up to my sgt yelling at me “Wake up boy! Theres work to do!” I later found out that I was hit by the precussion wave of an enemy mortar. I sluggishly and lathargicly ran up the dunes, occasionally ducking down for cover from the incoming fire. Then suddenly I was hit from behind by the butt of a rifle, I turned around only to see it was a german soldier with his bayonet drawn. I reckon he meant to slit my throat and not give it a second thought, but he chose the wrong soldier and the fight was on. Using all my might I fought him off through the agony as the little advantage of strength he had over me allowed him to lasserate my forearm, and as I saw my life before my eyes a sudden inner strength, a fight to survive exploded in me and as I turn him over and sink the knife into this man’s chest I was plagued with the sight of watching the light leave his eyes, he was the first person I ever killed. Chatter of rounds being fired and bombs exploding seiced only leaving the screams of both friend and foe to be heard, we had won, the forst stage of the mission was a complete success, at least in the eyes of the pentagon. As I sit on the roof of an enemy’s bunker going through hysterics over what I had done, the only thing my sgt had to say to me was “Get up! Get on you’re feet boy! There is more work to do!”
I returned home later that year, forever change by the war. I was emotionless and cold, I did not feel joy to see my family or girlfriend again, what I felt was a sort of fakeness and emptiness in the smile on my face. We had won, the whole mission was a complete success and Europe was taken back from Hitler. Inside I could not feel anything, but I understood that what I did was right and that what I did was apart of the ending of this horrible war. As I will forever be changed by this war and the things I did wrong, I will also remember what great things I did for this country and for others, and no one can take that from me, even with a bayonet.
Monday, May 23, 2011
D-Day, Your Army Experience
Mid-aftertnoon your sitting on your bunk, looking at a photo of your daughter and your wife. You miss them alot, wishing you were with them. "Listen up!" said Lt. Colonel James Rudder, catching your attention. Everyone froze on what they were doing and looked at Lt. Colonel Rudder. "All of you Rangers will be deployed tomarrow. An hour after the first wave of soldiers deployed on the beach." he said in a mild tone. "Be ready at 0530, can i get a hoo-ahh?" he said. "Hoo-ah!" Dog Company yelled out. Everyone went back into what they were doing. You laid down on your bunk, staring at the ceiling. Ranger Garcia, one of your best friends, came up to you. "Whats up with the fown, bro?" he said. "Nothing, I just miss my family at home." you said in a mild tone. "Yea, I do too, bro." he said.
Few hours later, everyone asleep in their bunks, your still awake. Your remembering all of the great times you had with your wife and daughter. You can't sleep at all, hoping and praying to God that you survive the raid tomarrow. You wish you didnt join the army at all. This night was one of the longest nights you ever had. You turned to your side and closed your eyes, thinking of your daughter.
June 6th, 1944
Its 0630, the first wave of soldiers were sent. You are about to go on Omaha Beach. Checking on your gun, making sure your loaded up and everything. An hour pasts and your heading torwards the beach already. You coming closer and closer. Your looking around and you see all of your Company sitting in the boat, with their guns held tight near their chest. Everyone ready to fight, Ranger Garcia comes and sits next to you. "I got your back through, the whole way, bro." he yelled, grabing your shoulder. "Lets go!" you said in motivation. The thought of your daughter taking her first steps made you stare off to space. Garcia pushing you, "Lets GO! Get out of the boat!" You didnt notice that you landed on the beach. You got up and started to sprint to cover. Garcia was behind you, running and shooting. He fell and for a quick second you turned back and got him quickly back up on his feet. Bullets flying everywhere, all you hear is gun shots, yelling, and people dying. It is not the greatest thing you heard, but all you worried about is to get to your objective. Finally getting to a German Bunker, you start to shoot German resistance. Your Company conquering the German bunker, started to go more inland to your final objective, which was to clear a house. You and your Company was in an open feild of grass, with the house in sight. The house was two stories and all the windows were closed, it looked untouched, abandoned. Getting closer and closer to the house. A Sniper shoots Ranger Garcia, that is right next to you. "Sniper!!" one of the soldiers yelled. Everyone dropped and went into low crawl torwards a trench that was near. "Cover fire!" you ordering the other soldiers. Your Company shooting at the house, you picked up Ranger Garcia and brought him into the trench. He isn't responding, your checking his body to see where he was shot, finally nothicing he was shot in the middle of his head. Not noticing that the Company is still shooting you fall back not beleiving that your best friend died next to you. You pick up your rifle, looking at Ranger Garcias dead body and finally focused on your objective. You and your Company went torwards the house cautiously. You and your Company clearing the house.
Everyone clearing rooms, you came to a room that was closed. You kicked the door down. Looking down your sights, a German Sniper comes out of the corner and tackles you. You dropped your rifle and you go into hand to hand combat, which you were an expert at. Fighting him and punching him as hard as you can. Blood coming out of his nose, he punched you. He took out his knife, about to stabb you in the chest you stop him. Fight with all of your strength the knife came closer and closer to your chest. Your wondering where everyone else is at, and that you can use their help. You hear a gun shot, the German Sniper dies. You thorw him off you. Ranger Price shot him, he helps you up. "Thanks man," you said in releif, picking up your rifle off the ground. You and your Company cleared the house, you were finshed with your objective and that you can go home.
June 7th, 1944
Your finally going home. After this what you experienced, you don't ever want to be in the army ever anymore. This was your last mission. Losing your best friend that you grew up with made you think. You literaly came close to death. You feel acomplished for what you did and you wondered why you joined the army. It is not the greatet, like you thought years ago. You thought you will come back with pride, which you did, but you also came back with your best friend dying. Joining the army isn't what you thought it was going to be.
The Day that Normandy stood still
While you’re talking to your teacher you hear the radio about a war going on, you are sick and tired of hearing about these wars so you ignore it. You and your teacher are about to leave, you hear people screaming outside you decide to go check out what was happening, you see a French man running and you stop and ask him what was happening, as he tries to wriggle himself free from your strong grip he gets shot in the head, his brains were spatter all over your face, the other Nazi saw you and he started chasing and shooting at you. You knew you were in trouble the teacher looked up from her bag and saw your bloody face; she just stands there in shock. You run and hide in the closet behind the classroom. The Nazi makes it into the classroom and asks the teacher where you are. She said she didn’t know he hits her with the gun and threatens to kill her if she doesn’t tell him where you are. She says she doesn’t know in a shaky voice. He cocks the gun back and shoots her right between the eyes. You stand there, not able to move then you feel a sharp pain in your left knee the same knee that you broke when you were young. You knew eventually the Nazi would look around the classroom and it wouldn’t be long before you were found. You found the jacket on the hangers and threw them over yourself. After you heard the door open you didn’t dare to even breathe. He opened the door and took a glance. He left right after but you don’t dare to move a muscle until you know he’s gone for sure, so you wait for 10 minutes. You know that you wont be safe here in this school building so you try to go find a way out of it people outside were still running and screaming and you can see the bodies on the ground. You slowly get on the floor and creep up to the edge of the door to peek outside, you see a Nazi soldier walking around near you, you immediately act dead, with the bleeding knee and bodies all around he can’t tell the difference. After he passes by you get up and go to the nurses office in your school, you arrive at the office where the office is and notice that the principle and everything in there has been shot, you hop to the medical cabinet and take care of your wound. You sit there for a while, thinking about what just happened. Then you hear footsteps and the door opening you sit there not able to go anywhere or hide anywhere. You see that they are Americans and raise your hands to show your surrender. You pull out your papers to show them that you were part of the resistance and not the Vichy. You were then taken to a ship where they were taking all the citizens of where the war was.
the battle of britain
The war battle of Britain started in the mids of July. How the beginning of the battle of Britain started is they attacked air plane site and there defenses. In august day 25 through 28 year 1940 Britain stared to bomb Berlin. In September 17 1940 Hitler postpones the invasion of Britain. On 15 September now known as Battle of Britain Day the Luftwaffe launched two huge bombing raids on London. Believing that the RAF was close to a breaking point. The attacks were a repeat of their monumental and devastating attack eight days before. Smaller formations of German planes were also planned to attack Portland and Southampton. The Luftwaffe had introduced a significant change of tactics on 7 September. They had switched away from attacking RAF bases and radar stations to focus on bombing London.
Pedro was an 18-year-old a worker at a government factory when bomb raids flattened the factory in Fremont area on 24 and 26 September 1940.lots of my friends were killed. The sirens went and we just relaxed across to the shelter and had a game of cards for entertainment. Then we heard the airplane engines. I was the one nearest to the door so I looked out and I saw Swastikas so I ran and hid behind a shelf and I screamed take cover!!!. After every one took cover I just started to hear bombs dropping. After the planes left we were digging the dead bodies and clearing all the area.
About one 25% of all the workers were killed. Production was quickly moved to 28 other sites around Southampton as well as Reading, Hungerford, Newbury, Salisbury and Winchester. A bus depot near the area was one of seven factories where wings and fuselages were built. The Germans were flying over us every day. We could see what was happening in the skies over our head and how important it was to keep building the planes.so that kind of motivated all of us too work on planes even harder. The leaders were thinking of turning all the factories into spitfire. Readers of this newspaper have also contributed thousands of dollars towards a project to build a memorial to the aircraft.
We all worked as a team work to make air planes faster which they are called spitfire. All of us had some bad and hard moment’s very hard moments. But we all tried our best too work it out.one of my best friend his name was Eric died because a wing of a spitfire hit him and spread his body in half. My other friend called pancho was there in the moment when the wing hit Eric. Pancho then started to scream for help he felt really bad in that moment.
When the war ended I was the happiest person in the world because I survived the battle of Britain. I was very lucky because a lot of factory workers didn’t survive the battle of Britain. Almost half of the people we had died in the battle of Britain. When the war ended it was a huge relief knowing that I was lucky enough to be a survivor.as soon as a month passed I started to right my history and how it happened.
D-Day Your U.S. Army Ranger Story
Find Your People
I realize this is our last interview, but I guess for future reference (if you ever have to find an interviewee for something), don't be afraid to ask everybody. Don't hesitate, some of the people you'd least think to ask will be the most help to you. Possibilities are endless, don't shy away.
I've spent a lot of time letting opportunities pass me by, or being shy. It's a waste of time.
Step outside of yourself, find and pursue something you love, and you'll find the world isn't what it seems to be. It's often better. "Or worse. Either way you're stuck here." (Auriana Viegas Telephone Interview) ....Isn't the pessimism BEAUTEEFOOL?
Journals during evacuation of Dunkirk
26 May, 1940
Today was the first day of what the british call Operation Dynamo. From the looks of it, they are evacuating troops from the beaches and from Dunkirk Harbour. However, not French troops. They are evacuating men from the British Expeditionary Force. It looks like they are making progress, but it doesn't seem like they have enough ships. I would guess only a couple thousand troops will get out today. I hope they evacuate us French troops soon, as the Germans are coming! I hear the Germans are advancing near Dijon, my hometown. I hope my family is okay. I got a letter from my mother saying what was happening. She said they were going to try and find a way out of the war zone. This was two weeks ago, and I haven't heard from them since.
30 May, 1940
By now about 125.000 troops have been taken out. The rescue effort has really picked up. Now they are rescuing French, as well as British troops. They have sent in more boats, from all around, and of all different sizes. They are putting troops on very tiny boats, maybe even as little as 15 feet. It seems as though they are just using any floating object they can find. As far as the soldiers go, men stand in the water for hours on end waiting to board the ships. Some hold their belongings over their heads, but others just get everything wet because they are shoulder-deep in water. While we are al waiting to be taken, there have been several heavy aerial attacks by the Luftwaffe. They hit us hard, but we have still been able to manage to proceed with the evacuations. So far the evacuation has been much more successful than originally planned, I think mostly because we overestimated the arrival of German troops.
4 June, 1940
Today the last of us were evacuated from the Harbour. We were able to get almost 339.000 troops out of Dunkirk before the germans arrived. There were two french divisions, however, who stayed behind to supervise the evacuation. When the Germans arrived, they were captured and eventually surrendered. I was very lucky to be on one of the last boats out. The boat was very uncomfortable, because they packed as many people aboard as possible. The final hours of evacuation were very frantic and many people stood in the water and waited. People were rushed onto the boats, as we tried to save as many people as we could. As far as my family goes, I still haven't heard from them. Oh well, I'm sure they're fine. When I get back to base I will write to them again. While we have lost three destroyers, and the Royal navy has lost six, I still think this evacuation has saved hundreds of thousands of lives, including my own. For that I am thankful.
After this I was repatriated and shuttled to Normandy, where I was eventually captured and made a POW. I'm still here in this camp just trying to survive. I sure hope this dreadful war ends soon.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Heart breaking story.
My son left with the other military team to go fight in VE Day. When I watched my son walk out my door and enter the military car I cried and cried, he was going to be gone for a short or long time, it depends how long VE Day last. Knowing my son is going to be gone away from me is heart breaking. Hopefully I get to see him real soon. If Hitler didnt want to fight Europe my son would be home enjoying the day with me. The month went by and she still havent heard her sons vocie and didnt get news about how is he doing. Me as a mother is wondering how my son is doing, Eating Healthy, Getting the amount of Water or is he sleeping on something comfortable. All i want is for him is to have what he has in our house and living his life the way he wants.
May 7, 1945. Lorena just woke up and took a shower eat breakfest and did her daily prayers. She heard a knock on the door and she rushed to the door thinking it might be her son and it was a officer. Mam' My name is Officer Jospeh Michaels and am here to tell you news about your son Johnny Richardson, She yes is it good or bad? Its could be both, he said Johnny got shot in his back 4 times, but he survived.
May 16, 1945, Johnny Richardson came home and gave his mom the biggest hug and cried and had the most emotional 5 hours of there life. Lorena sand Johnny went out and had dinner and spend there rest of there lives as happy as they could be, Lorena finally found a man that finally treated her right and the got married 5 years later, Johnny found a girl and got married 5 months after his mom and had twins. They are happier then they could be:)
Super Fictional Story
Mom said she couldn’t tell me what she was screaming about until she got more information on what was happening. Seeing that my Dad hasn’t been home on the day he said he would be I knew it had something to do with him. Late at night when my mom had fallen asleep I sat on my bed, thinking that I was eager to know. So I went off sneaking into my moms rooming hoping to get the newspaper she read and I was successful. I started to read carefully and I saw that very serious event were happening not to long from where I live. Having the thought that my Dad could be in their gave me a sick feeling to my stomach making me want to fall asleep to stop thinking about it.
The next day I told my Mom that I found out what she read about and she started to cry. She told me that she didn’t know what to do, and holding her tightly I tried to cheer her up telling her everything would be alright. Waiting for the next newspaper it finally hit our house, the headline was “Belgium in Danger?”. I was scared I am not going to lie because finding out that Germany is getting closer to us terrifies me in the way of what I heard what they did to the other countries. Me and my mom started getting prepared for the worst, getting warned everywhere that the invasion had been getting closer. Since my father was not around I knew I had to stay tough and hope for the best.
Later on the week, I couldn’t sleep it was midnight and I had waken up because of gun shots that were being fired not to far from my home. My mom rapidly got up, came to my room and took me with her, she just wanted to make sure I was okay. Wanting to check outside I did, when my mom wasn’t looking but I found a other newspaper that looked freshly print. Reading that how Germany got through Belgium and was starting to invade France. My heart dropped for a second as if I was being chased by death, adrenaline started to kick in. The only thing that was in my mind was my father, the time me and my mom need him the most he’s not here.
Germany coming through invading, everyone was scared. France ended up surrendering as we all had to but the battle wasn’t over. The last newspaper we ended up getting was that soldier evacuated through Dunkirk and that their was new plans and strategies that were going to be used. Making me happy at the moment was good but knowing that I’m still in the present of what’s happening right in front of me was all bad. Thought we might, just might have a second chance to turn it around but knowing that Germany is powerful I also had second thoughts. Hopefully we get them back and my Dad returns back to me and my Mom that’s all I want.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
My days on the front lines
My name is Nikolai Belinski. I'm a 35 year old Russian soldier who is about to be enrolled into the military. I don't know much about it but I want to look back on my past if i can. So for that reason, i created this journal. My father Schoshovick Belinski was a one of the USSR's finest Generals. As i grew up without ever seeing him, i heard so many great stories about him. But even after this, i still wasn't interested in the military. But today i must go and leave my family because I have been called in to duty..
Journal entry 2: Day 1, September, 1939
A truck came by my house to pick me up to bring me to the sign ups. As i peered inside, i could see many men with grueling faces awaiting for my arrival with them. I was nervous to go out to war because i don't know a lot about it currently. When we arrived at the embassy, we get briefed that there was something called the "Munich Pact" made with Germany involved. Great! Anything with Germany involved to me is always a bad thing. Ever since that Hitler guy or whatever came to power, Germany has been getting a lot power. I wonder how he is gonna use this power. I hope we don't eventually go to war with them..
Journal entry 3: Day 26, September, 1939
A lot of training has gone by and I've been learning more about being a true Russian soldier. I have wounds so bad that i need bandages. One soldier went ballistic and cut me a few times with a ballistic knife. Damn did that hurt. And to bring this day down for me, is that we got informed earlier that we made a Non-aggression Pact with Germany which apparently says that us and Germany wont attack each other. Blah! I hate Germany! But our sergeant has informed us that we are invading Poland along with Germany. WWII will officially begin tomorrow..
Journal entry 4: Day 145, October, 1939
I have returned back from the invasion but not in good condition though. I was shot in the shoulder and I'am now in the infermery. This pain is unbearable! But to bring some good news, the invasion was a success and we now have control of Poland. As I left early because of my injury, I have heard that Germany has also annexed Poland. What great victory that we have achieved! As the battle lasted quite awhile and difficult, i'am glad that i could be there to fight for my country! Soon i will be out of the infermery and get back into the action!
Journal entry 5: November, 1941
It is sad for me to say but..but Nikolai has died as a result of war. He and I were stationed on the front lines to oppose the invasion of Germany when he was shot by a German sniper. He was a good soldier that loved this country. I'am Kliment Voroshilov who has been his friend in this god forsaken war with him. I'am writing in his journal to concluded his story. He knew that Germany would one day betray us, and he lived to see that his assumption was true. Rest in peace Nikolai..
Friday, May 20, 2011
Fredrik and the Fall of the French
My name is Fredrik Vonmeister Reichenbahm. I was born of a happy German family on November 15th, 1891. I was raised in a family along with two other brothers and a sister. Being a child, I was always fascinated with playing guns or rather that I could win. Seeing my beloved country of Germany in a weak economic state sometimes made me bitter. This must be one of the reasons I was determined to make Germany strong, but I knew no way to do so. Then I found a military Cadet school and decided to join the military. I climbed the ranks very quickly and am now considered as a legendary general. Then, on the most glorious day of my life, HITLER CAME TO POWER! We will find the strength that Hitler's Nazi party promises.
December 5th 1939
Since Adolf Hitler came to power I knew Germany would become as powerful as it ever was. The tactics and military advances have revenged on so quickly now. As a field general and experienced fighter, I am quickly becoming closer to Adolf. I insisted that if he let me lead a division of men in combat we would be able to push through France quickly. So with time as well as the blitzkriegs on our side, all we do now it wait to overtake. The world will fear Germany as we show the strength we gained from our weakness.
December 20th, 1939
We have successfully demonstrated our military power by quickly overtaking Poland. Now as the French are in a political crisis, we shall strike hard and fast to overcome them. This was they will have no time to receive help from there inbred dog brothers.... The Brits. Adolf had gathered a meeting for the field generals and commanders late this morning. The plan is to simply catch them off guard, and once they finally react, it will have been too late. We shall attack the French from the depts of the Ardennes Forest of Belgium, making them retreat with their tails between their legs. They will be squeezed between our superior military and the English Channel. I can already see them.... Diving into the ocean from the beaches of Normandy, swimming for their lives. They have no choice, France is ours!
June 22nd, 1940
THE FRENCH HAVE SIGNED THEM! TUE SURRENDER DOCUMENTS! FRANCE IS OURS! Such expansion in such little time. They seemed to fall back so effortlessly. Like taking candy from a baby with no arms. Such new land gained in such a short time, it is time for celebration! Our beloved Germany is now strong again, HAIL HITLER! We continue to push forward, never being defeated on the way. My division of troops are full of celebration. I cannot help but join them in the chanting and singing. Even Adolf himself has thanked me personally for my work as a commander. Though this victory is not mine alone, it is the victory of Nazi Germany! So tonight we celebrate, as brothers of the strongest military the world has yet seen.
July 2nd 1941
Germany must continue to push forward. The French stood no chance against us. It is not time to push into the USSR and complete our mission. We will rule all of Europe and become the strongest nation. We will launch blitzkriegs over Moscow until we rule the USSR, never stopping until we rule the globe as a whole! The axis powers will join together to rule all. I have lead the troops of the 7th Panzer division to victory after victory over the British. Helping the Italians with our tactics to crush the Allies. Victory is for the Axis, and nobody else!
Viscount Auchinleck
My name is Viscount Auchinleck, and I was born on August 21, 1905. I had one older brother and two younger and one younger sister. My older brother was pretty much a perfect kid; well at least my parents thought cause he never got caught doing anything and then later on became a wealthy investor. My sister always got what she wanted no matter what it was. She later on got married and I haven’t heard from her since. My brother after me was just about to move out because he finally is old enough to but he was a little spoiled by my father but not a whole lot. There isn’t much to say about my youngest brother. Now for me I was never really good at school, always got caught doing things I wasn’t supposed to and just felt like I was a burden to my parents and tried not too by leaving but they found me. After I left I figured I would actually try and do something with my life for a change.
I was about 10 at the end of World War 1, and that’s what made me want to be in the military after awhile because I thought there was nothing else to do for me really. I joined when I was 18 in 1915. After that I became a general after 16 years in the military. To become a general isn’t the easiest thing to be able to do. By the time it was World War 2 I was about 34 when the official war started. It started from the Germans and Russians invading Poland on September 1, 1939. The thing is if we didn’t give in to the Germans and what they wanted this would not have happened.
One event that led to this invasion was because the fact we gave what the Germans wanted from the Czech’s. Hitler demanded that he gets the Sudetenland that belonged to them in Czechoslovakia. So then came the Munich conference were Hitler was appeased. In this Munich conference the Hitler would get the land he desired but he would not be able to go further and get more land. After hearing all of this France was pleased to hear that Hitler would not be trying to get more land. The thing is the Germans didn’t stop with gaining land. This appeasement left Hitler wanting more land for his country. Hitler didn’t stop at jus Czechoslovakia.
On September 1 of 1939, is the day I remember the most. This was the day that Hitler and the Russians invaded Poland. I was one of the generals that were sent to help Poland on short notice because we didn’t expect this attack on them. When the French and British hears this we declared war on Hitler and the Germans for there actions and going against the Munich conference. They invaded from every side except the east. The polish had to withdraw. We and the French tried to help them but we were very limited on such short notice. It wasn’t for long until they had complete control over the polish people and there land. This was the very beginning of a very tragic war…..
On the 25th of February, 1893 at the city of Minneapolis, Minnesota a baby called William Gardner was born at the time of 6 with 15 minutes in the early morning, which is how your story begins. Your family has been living in the United States in the zone of the North East for a long period since the early time of the 1800’s. You were the common typical boy whose eyes were round blue like the sea, blonde soft and straight hair, and a really light, delicate against the sun, white skin. You look just like your mother but you still have some aspects that make you look in some ways like your father. The time passed by, you were a very happy kid until one day your parents began to fight. That was how your family crisis started. Three years later after hearing your parents all the time yelling at each other, they separated and months later they got divorced. You felt so useless and went into depressive mood. You wanted to help mom and make yourself useful while the crisis was passing by and getting over.
On 1909 you were 16 years old, it had been a year since you only live with your mom, you got a project at school where they asked what were you planning to be when you grow up, then it’s when the idea of join the army popped out into your mind. Decided and determined for join the army, after years of feeling useless and ashamed of whom you are, at the age of 19 after graduate you joined the army. You were accepted for the U.S army when you turned 20, which was on the 1913.For over a year or maybe a little bit less you had to be training with your team in the army preparing for anything that could come, any trouble or war that could harm the united states, so the soldiers, who you are part of, would be ready to protect your people.
William Gardner, was working really hard to be a honored soldier, and to feel proud of himself without knowing that a year later, after his first year of preparing, he would have to go to World War I. Some days before going to war he was really nervous and acting like gone all the time around the other guys that shared room with him. He needed to be brave but at time he was scared and anxious to see if he would survive to the war, it was the first time he would sacrifice and risk his life this way, but he was feeling really proud of himself since he was being part of the U.S army always thinking: “If I die I will proudly die for my country”. And then couple of days before going to the action he wrote a letter to his lovely and now lonely mother to express her the way he was feeling and maybe to say good bye to her for the last time.
A lot of years later that World War I passed, as you survived to the war you decided to still be a soldier for the U.S army and still be honored for your country. World War II was coming and you knew it, sadly for your excitement on going to defend your people, well it was in vain because this war took place in Europe where United States didn’t belong like to fight this war, practically it wasn’t your business to get into this war otherwise if your team would of got involved you guys would of give Germany reasons to be in war with your country. The general O’Donnell really wanted to do something since you all agreed that you guys not only had to protect your country, but your neighbors and the ones who needed of you all, but it would of be a bad plan and strategy to just invade to try to liberate the others. So the president of the 1900’s decided to make conferences to could help the other countries and that way could have a plan and a right strategy that would defeat Germany, win the war, and liberate the countries such as Poland or at least the polish people who was being captured by Hitler.
You knew you and your whole team had to stay neutral for a while, until it was time to really get into the war and do something about it. You and all the members from the army would have a meeting at least once or twice a week after Roosevelt, Churchill, and Stalin’s meetings and agreements to could create a successful strategy and a plan that would really work against the allied countries who were making the war, and also to could do something about the poor polish people who was suffering in hands of Hitler. You felt really sorry for it but it wasn’t something that you or your partners could really do about it. You guys stood neutral for a couple of years until 1945 that is when the Allies and the American army had everything to could win this war.
Again you had the excitement but disillusion feeling, this time was less excitement, you were old already not that young and strong as you were in World War I, but you still wanted to fight and keep being on the U.S army because you felt really good to protect your country as the first time you fought in World War I. As you were old the general O’Donnell told you he shouldn’t let you participate in this, they had enough people but he needed somebody like you who was fighting more for excitement and love for the country that somebody who thinks it’s kind of forced to fight and risk their lives. For the health issues you could have during this period he told you to be with the red cross, receiving the polish people, if everything worked as planed you would help them out and again, you survived after this war once again American people didn’t react as happy as the Polish, and French people because with the help of the American army were you were, the war was over, but guiltiness and happiness at time was a feeling too because of the suicide that Hitler committed.
Your mom wasn’t here anymore to say congratulations again, neither the dad you never saw again after your 17 years old. But you had the pride of your wife who you met during World War I and the wonderful daughter she gave you. Now you realized that all the strength and the sacrifice of risk your life was worth it because you loved your country, the country were your two actual love live. War was the worst experience you and your team, specially the ones who sadly died, went through and that everybody hopes that this kinds of stories don’t happen ever again.
Dunkirk and Joe
I am Rictofen Amsel
My name is Rictofen Amsel. I was born on April 13 1922. When I was 13 my family died in a car crash. I became one of Hitler’s youth at the age of 14. I was one of them until I joined the Nazi Army at 17. I am now 19. It is June 22 1941. I was issued into operation Barbarossa.
June 22 we were sent by vehicle to the border of Germany and Russia. From there we marched. We marched to Stalingrad. By the time we got there on June 30 the first wave had already cleared the area of Russians. We were commanded to hold down Stalingrad. For the first few weeks it was easy. We had no problem. Then we started to run low on food. This was planned, we were to go into Russia and raid the towns. That is where disaster struck.
August 18 was when things turned for the worst. We decided to make our first raid. We thought it was weird, after 5 miles there was nothing but burned houses. We were told not to go past a 25 mile perimeter. We got to 20 miles, still nothing. That is when we got worried. At 25 miles we were exhausted and found nothing. Everything everywhere was burned and gone. This we were not prepared for and this could change the entire war.
August 20 we returned to camp in Stalingrad. We broke the news to the general that everything within 25 miles was gone. He asked us what we meant, we told him what we saw and how everything was burned.
September 1 there are no supplies left. We are starving. Our general sent a letter to Hitler himself begging for a retreat. Our numbers are diminishing.
September 28 we fought off a Russian attack today. It was only now I realized how week I have become. There are not many of us left. Only about 70% of what we originally had. Things are getting worse, I’ve been hearing about people resorting to…. Cannibalism.
October 13 those were not rumors. Today we found 8 SS soldiers feasting upon the dead. They were killed. I am debating whether or not they were doing anything wrong. I’m so hungry I would do anything for food.
October 19 there was another attack today. There are some Russians still inside the bunker. I’m hiding in my room with my PPSH-41 pointed at the door. I haven’t slept for two days. I won’t last much longer.
October 20 finally help arrived and I was rescued from my room. In haven’t eaten now in 18 days. I was given a small ration and actually felt like I was alive for a moment. That diminished as soon as I heard the siren go off, which meant another attack may be coming.
September 1 there was no attack that day. I ate a piece of paper from this notebook today. I couldn’t help it, I’m starving. It actually tasted good.
September 23 if I die and someone finds this notebook, pay no attention to the ripped out pages in the back. I feel like I should tell you to tell someone I love them, but there’s no one to tell it to. Everyone I’ve ever known or been close with is dead or here suffering with me. We must stay strong though. The Nazis never give up!
On December 4 1941 at 8:09 AM Rictofen died from malnutrition and shrapnel of a grenade thrown into his bunker. At 7:00 on this fateful day Russians snuck near the Nazi camps. At 8:00 they attacked shooting lead and throwing grenades. At 8:07 they retreated and we were to find out the damage caused. At 8:08 I found Rictofen still in his bed bleeding heavily. By 8:09 he was dead.
planes surrounding the sky......

“Alice! Come and eat your lunch!” My mama is shouting out from the kitchen and setting up the table. It is one o’clock in the afternoon. I walk downstairs and sit near the dining table. While I am having my lunch, I look out the window. I see lots of planes surrounding the sky. It’s is not a normal afternoon as before, the time we still didn’t start the Battle of British…….
My name is Alice Stanwood and I live with my papa and mama and my older brother, Anthony. My brother is 19 years old and I am 11 years old. Our family relationship is quite good. Our family is not rich, but also not poor, so our lives are not that hard. Every day, I go to school with my friend, Flora. My brother goes to work in a bakery shop and my papa works in an office. Everything is fine but suddenly one day, papa and Anthony just left! Some people came to our house and brought them away! I was so scared and I didn’t know what happen. After they left, I ask mama and what she said was “Alice, they will be back…..” After mama said that, she started to cry and I ended up crying with her. “Papa and Anthony are going to save us, to save our place! They are going to fight with the bad people that trying to damage the place that we are living and take control over it! There is a mess outside and buildings and houses were destroyed by the bombs. Don’t go to school anymore! Just stay home with mama. Here will be the safest place for us for now……” mama hugs me really tight. What’s going to happen to us? Will we be safe? Will we die?
Everyday, I am waiting for papa and Anthony to come back home. I miss them a lot…… At home, mama tells me about what is happening outside the big big world. Mama said the bad people are the Germen and they want to take over England. This is their first step of their plan! Mama and I pray for papa and Anthony everyday and wish they can be home safely. Mama is really worried about them and she looks upset after they left to fight the Germen. “BOOM!!!” Suddenly, a really loud booming sound scared me and mama. We look out the window and see planes are all around the sky and far away from our house, there are smoke going up to the sky. The beautiful sky turned to black…. “I guess they have started the war……. Planes are all around the sky and they are dropping bombs!”Mama is very worry. BOMBS?! They will kill us! At that time, I don’t know what to say and the only thing in my mind is WE ALL DIE!
The war has already been for a month and it still doesn’t stop. One day, uncle john comes to our house. He is our family’s close friend and he knows all the things. He came to visit us and I start to ask him a lot of questions….. “What is happening outside, uncle john?” “Alice, there is something scary and terrible going on outside and the planes are always ready to drop the bombs if they like. But our men are going to save us! The German have the Luftwaffe that’s their air force and for us, we have the Royal Air Force! I believe we will win this war!” “This is my only wish now! I don’t want any toys, I only want my papa and Anthony back!” I keep crying and crying. “Don’t worry Alice, I am sure that they will be back soon,” said Uncle John and smiling at me.
Two weeks later, “Mama, Alice!!” Smiling and crying in the same time, papa and Anthony run in the house, hugging me and mama. That is one of the moment that I will never forget in my life! Papa tells us that they attacked and destroyed the German’s plane and finally, WE WON!!!!! This is the first time I had ever experienced a war although I am not the one that go out and fight. But the feeling of always scared of losing our family is really scary and I was really sad about it. It makes me know how my family is really important to me and it’s a scary but valuable memory.