Found Family_War Torn_A Memory of Stamford Bridge_French Revolution: A Girl, A March, A New World
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Found Family
Found FamilyMy beloved sister My sister, Mary Venus, and I were born in a small jungle village in Tampico-Alto Veracruz, Mexico. In 1941, World War II broke out. My father, a doctor with his small clinic, was doing humanitarian work medically helping the Natives in the burg. With an amazing surprise to the villagers, a German submarine had embarked in the town and started investigating the surrounding area. Finding out my father's profession visited him with a wounded, dying German soldier, and a gun pointed at his head. This became troublesome for my dad c...
War Torn
As usual, it was a very beautiful morning in the little village of Bregenz, north of the Austrian Alps. The huge mountains standing majestically with snow lines gracing their tops was an ever-pleasant scenery. Pleasant enough to make you forget that half your country is involved in a war which the chances of winning becomes slimmer day by day. It’s 1917 and the war which “will end soon” is beginningwww.onedoor.cc to seem like forever. Of course, everyone was excited when the war first broke out. “That scummy Serbia must pay for what they did to our prince” they all shouted in massive protest. Hopes where hi...
A Memory of Stamford Bridge
I feel the cold now in so many more ways. The chill winter air torments my joints with spikes of pain, damp air from the endless rains attacks my back and shoulders, the ancient scar tissues pulling tight and bleeding intermittently. Who would be old? I sit now hunched by my daughter’s hearth fire, sipping warmed ale that no longer brings me joy, supping on past defeats with their bitter after-taste.Curmudgeonly, her husband called me this morning, a moaning old man, long out of his time. Hah! He is not wrong. Once I could have wrestled him to submission, held him up high over my head in once ...
French Revolution: A Girl, A March, A New World
Brown waves flew back as the girl ran through the streets of France, her blue eyes filled with confusion as she stumbled past the patisserie on the corner of the road and made her way into a white-stoned building. Elaine Thomas fought to catch her breath as she entered her apartment- a large, two-bedroom that looked over a river. Elaine sighed as she made her way to her room, sat at her worktable, and opened her journal.Today, July 14, 1789, we were dismissed from classes early because they stormed the Bastille Prison. There was so much commotion on the streets- it was absolutely horrifying. G...