World war II--Battle of the bulge (English online learning)
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
The audio commentary for this picture are gun shots fired continuously, which shows the danger that these people are oblivious of in order to help their friend. The picture shows many black men carry one of their comrades, which is heavily injured. This shows that while the war happened, the comrades still had the togetherness and spirit to care for each other. The idea of wooden doors and lock gives the idea of poverty and poorness, which is an after effect of war. Also, the fact that bloods stained the wall and door give the feeling of a foul smell. It is also implied that the future is gloomy with the black and white background.
A day in the life of the battle of the bulge
Dear diary,
Today signified the start of the battle of the bulge, at 18 years old, I had willingly joined the army. I miss my family, compared to the olden days when whites like us used to be so full of ourselves; we knew so little of the true meaning of life. We were obsessed with sports like baseball and basketball, negligent of the cruelty of society.
Society was cruel. The Germans were never going to sympathies with you. Who cared that you had a family. Who cared that you were only 18. Who cared that you were injured. You were an American. Americans meant enemy. That was what it really meant.
Tom Brady died today. Yet I feel so emotionless, it is like such things happen way too often, and there is too much for me to worry about. Tom Brady was my buddy, my best friend. Today my whole platoon was sent to the foxholes to guard the line, stopping the invasion of Antwerp. By an extreme stroke of bad luck, Tom Brady got shot within the first ten minutes of operation. A sense of country spirit did not allow us to just leave our comrade lying dead at the battlefield. Jumping out of my hole with a fun in hand, I fired random in the air, picking him up and bringing him to our sergeant. Upon further instructions, I made a mad dash towards the approaching truck, transferring casualties to the camp. I do not know if this is counted as brave but I just ran and ran. It was like a lost cause. In a war, how many people actually get back safely, once I set out to accomplish this mission, I would never give up, I would put in my all, and hopefully, just maybe, I will pull through. I was lucky this time, as my team surrounded to cover me, as I sprinted across the field.
But even country spirit meant nothing. As I begged for the medics to save Tom, they figured he was paralyzed already and was not worth saving. An hour later, he was pronounced dead.
Day by day, life passed without a goal. It seemed never ending, I really cannot predict my future, I just hope this ends soon. I miss my mum’s home cooked food, the comfort of my soft bed. I might sound childish, but that is all I really want during this painful war. I need the warmth of home.