There are a few ways that Henry is similar and different Forrest from each other.
One being they both ran. But the difference in them running is that Henry ran from the war and his Lt. told him not to, and Forrest ran to save people and because his Lt. told him to.
Another way they resemble each other is they both were scared. But the reason Henry was scared is because he was scared for himself, and he was scared to die.
Forrest was scared for Bubba being left in the woods by himself so he went and saved him. These two characters have many more similarities and differences also, but I think is enough for now.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Wounded War Project
I had never really heard of the Wounded War Project until I got the packet full of stories about the war, and how hard it is. but after reading those stories, and letters of what they go through I think it would be a wonderful idea to join the Wounded War Project.
I think it would be great for our class to join because there are many soldiers out there that probably don't feel appreciated or think that they are thought of, especially when we the soldiers are going through a rough time or dealing with a life time injury. When my dad had to go to Germany to do anesthesia for the soldiers there, because that was one of the stops they made before coming to the U.S, he said it was gruesome and it really made him appreciate what they did for us, and some of them were I guess you would say depressed, because thy didn't feel appreciated. It would just make those soldiers feel appreciated.
Another reason I think we should do it is because those men across seas don't have much to call their own over there. So if we all sent them a backpack for of stuff those men could have a few more things that they could call their own. I mean I would hate to only have a handful of stuff that was mine.
Those are my reasoning on wanting to go forth with the Wounded War Project.
I think it would be great for our class to join because there are many soldiers out there that probably don't feel appreciated or think that they are thought of, especially when we the soldiers are going through a rough time or dealing with a life time injury. When my dad had to go to Germany to do anesthesia for the soldiers there, because that was one of the stops they made before coming to the U.S, he said it was gruesome and it really made him appreciate what they did for us, and some of them were I guess you would say depressed, because thy didn't feel appreciated. It would just make those soldiers feel appreciated.
Another reason I think we should do it is because those men across seas don't have much to call their own over there. So if we all sent them a backpack for of stuff those men could have a few more things that they could call their own. I mean I would hate to only have a handful of stuff that was mine.
Those are my reasoning on wanting to go forth with the Wounded War Project.
Remembering 9.11
There wasn't really to much that I could remember about September 11, 2001 just thinking about it. But after reminiscing for awhile I could remember quite a few things.
I lived in Kernersville, North Carolina at the time and I was at the elementary school there when the intercom came on and our principle, Mrs. Smoot, told all of us to go in the halls. We all sat there for a good ten minutes then my mom, Candi, picked me up. On the way home my dad called and mom was a little shackin up. I was about five or six at the time so I wasn't really sure what was wrong with her. When we got home my dad, Steven, met us at the door and followed my mom to the television. That's when I saw two buildings collapsing.
After that Tuesday, the day the attack happened, not many people were out in our town. There were not that many kids a school at all the next day either. I had to go though because my dad was still in school to be an Anesthesiologist and my mom had to work at the pharmacy, so they didn't have much of a choice but to take me. I remember my teacher, Mrs. Farris, trying to explain what had happened, but we all were so young we didn't quite understand. After school there still weren't many people out besides the ones that were stocking up on gas. By that Thursday most things had gone back to normal, but not all the way because we are still dealing with that day now in many ways.
That is pretty much all I remember about September 11, 2001.
I lived in Kernersville, North Carolina at the time and I was at the elementary school there when the intercom came on and our principle, Mrs. Smoot, told all of us to go in the halls. We all sat there for a good ten minutes then my mom, Candi, picked me up. On the way home my dad called and mom was a little shackin up. I was about five or six at the time so I wasn't really sure what was wrong with her. When we got home my dad, Steven, met us at the door and followed my mom to the television. That's when I saw two buildings collapsing.
After that Tuesday, the day the attack happened, not many people were out in our town. There were not that many kids a school at all the next day either. I had to go though because my dad was still in school to be an Anesthesiologist and my mom had to work at the pharmacy, so they didn't have much of a choice but to take me. I remember my teacher, Mrs. Farris, trying to explain what had happened, but we all were so young we didn't quite understand. After school there still weren't many people out besides the ones that were stocking up on gas. By that Thursday most things had gone back to normal, but not all the way because we are still dealing with that day now in many ways.
That is pretty much all I remember about September 11, 2001.
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