Lost in The Jungle Danny stared with disbelief as he watched him run through the minefield, with stray bullets whistling past his tattered uniform, and touch triggered explosives blanketing the jungle floor. In his heart he knew it was the end, yet he still tried to get up and run after him or call out to him but the platoon held him back, keeping him in check with the terrifying reality that stood before him. Danny peaked out of the mud to see what had happened and saw the men dragging the soldier through the mud and into the back of a stolen U.S. PR truck. He had always heard the gut wrenching stories of being a POW but now his fellow soldier would experience them firsthand. He couldn’t let it happen, Danny was ready to do whatever he had to, to save his friend. * * * It was June 6th, 1969. There were about 500 people packed like sardines into the rotting wood bleachers of the Breckenridge High School football field in western Kentucky. It was graduation night; you could feel the joy of the crowd and students as it floated in the air like a cloud of happiness over the people. Danny was sitting 10 rows back from the front, where he waited patiently and watched as his classmates walked onto the stage, shook a couple clammy hands and received their high school diplomas, their tickets to the real world. James was sitting 3 rows in front of Danny and couldn’t help from turning around to show his excitement to Danny every couple minutes. Danny and James had known each other since they were little boys, both living on big family ranches. James’ parents were very well known throughout Breckenridge because of their irreplaceable skill for training horses to compete in the world famous Kentucky Derby. Danny on the other hand grew up a bit less fortunate that James. Danny’s dad Frank was seen as the town drunk and was known to go out on drunken escapades around the town at least monthly. Danny’s mother Dorothy was a genuine person from the inside out and loved Danny more than anything in her life but she didn’t control him or his father. It was almost like Dorothy was permanently scared of all men, when Danny was a young boy, Frank used to get all liquored up and beat Danny until there wasn’t much more he could do and Dorothy would just ignore it by going into the other room. Maybe it’s not her fault but how she watched that happen is beyond me. Both the boys were good kids in high school. They both got as good of grades as anyone else at Breckenridge High. Both James and Danny played varsity football and were captains of the team, Danny played linebacker and James unsurprisingly played Quarter Back. After trudging across the graduation stage, and struggling through the congratulations, the boys headed to their own homes for a quaint and relaxed night with their families now that high school was officially over. James walked in the door of his country ranch to see a letter where his dinner would normally be sitting at the table.
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Intro It seemed like another routine day at the small, rural hospital. The doctors were busy with the usual colds, sores, fractures etc. Little did they know that their clinical lives were about to change dramatically. A 30 year old, blonde woman who worked as a cashier in the local drug store, presented with an unusual complaint. For the last many years of her life, she felt as though there was something wrong with her. She could stand on ledges and peer down with no problem. While on a holiday…
The music pounding, I can barely hear anything. Suddenly Alex grabs my arm and looks in to my eyes, her pupils huge, her whole body shaking as she tells me she’s terrified and doesn’t know what to do. Suddenly I get this feeling of worry in the pit of my stomach. I ask Alex if she wants to go to first aid and she says yes, we walk to the first aid tent and they sit her down and start asking her questions. All of the sudden she starts panicking so they took her and wrapped her in tinfoil because…
It was a day during the summer of 1940; Michel just turned 15 and finally decided he wanted to be independent. When Michel was a toddler, he was abandoned by his parents during the Great Depression years. His adoptive parents found him on the streets by a grocery store when they went to America for a trade. Michel’s adoptive parents brought him back with them to the countryside of France. Being trapped in the countryside, Michel was tired of the monotony of the countryside; he convinced his parents…
Here I am in the middle of green mountains that are surrounding me, where the environment is digusting.very disgusting everywhere I go there is animal faeces. Especially cow and sheep faeces ,it’s really horrible which puts me off eating .The weather here is really hot and prickly hot .I’ve never been through a day like this in my life. Where I cannot tolerate anything im already annoyed even though it’s only been 2 hours since I’ve arrived here.This entire place smells worse than a decayed mummy…
“ What lies beneath us we cannot know, cannot tell and cannot show, what lies beneath we have yet to learn, all those secrets that make us churn, inside our heads, so confused, what lies beneath us, we haven’t used.” –Samuel Ynez DAY 1: Today wasn’t like most days. The sky was misty, the trees were a bit limp and even the people eyen the people acted quite peculiar. Only people who live here, like me in Southern California, Santa Monica would know this. Usually people keep to themselves either…
Fiona Kirkland 13/12/12 Period 2 Erick The door slammed behind him as Erick dragged himself into the old house. “Mom, I’m home!” He yelled, dropping his backpack down on the worn rug. He ambled into the kitchen, and took his usual place at the table. “What's for dinner?” He said absently, grabbing an apple from the bowl on the table. As he did, his shirt rode up, showing part of his forearm. Erick quickly tugged his shirt down, and glanced nervously up at his mom before resuming his eating. “Oh…
Michael has worked tirelessly to bring this labour of love to fruition. He has spent the past five years working with some of the world’s most renowned authorities on organic food and wholefoods cooking and has apprenticed under master organic farmers. In addition, he earned his certification as a herbalist from Dominion Herbal College. Outside, a frost has hardened the suburban back lawn to a square of brittle mud and concrete. From inside a cage in the garden, two little monkeys survey this…
I haven’t even eaten today, its 1:00pm. He tells me to sit in the chair across the room, and I do it without question. I do everything he says without question. I can’t feel my legs, but they move over to the chair, I sit. I don’t want to look at the woman at the desk; I don’t want to see the ambiguity her face holds for why I could be doing this. My head feels heavy, my hands are clammy, and I can’t seem to make my legs stop shaking. I’ve never done this before; I’ve never been to this place, and…
As Natalie Freeman (my best friend) and I walked down Washington Court, Los Angeles we noticed an unusual package sitting in the gutter. It was a basic box, but it had odd parts added on to fit the size of whatever was inside. The other odd thing about it was that it had FORBIDDEN written all over it in big red letters. I tried to pick it up and was surprised by its lightness. So, we carried it to my house on 9481 Lacey Lane, Los Angeles and stuffed it in my closet with all my clothes. Natalie told…