... all over booby traps everywhere we look. We all get closer to the ground and continue forward. Were now about 300 yards away when Mr. Lorry trips a bell line. The whole place goes up in a frenzy. I get up and start to make a run for the compound; after all I am a solider. Then all of a sudden thump boom! I hit the ground I tripped over my untied shoelace. Everything gets blurry............................... After a undisclosed amount of time I wake up as I look up I see all my companions and the POWs running from the encampment. I get up and attempt to hold off the remanding guards. But I am ineffective because I have seemed to misplaced my sca ...
... take his shirt off and if I would scratch his back. I told him sure. So he did and that's when he told me he had an itching disease and I wouldn't be able to stop scratching his back until it stopped itching him. Well, with a little alcohol in me I believed him. I laid there for 2 ½ hours before I realized he had fallen asleep and went to sleep myself. On Monday on school I saw Charles and asked him how his itching disease was. He just looked at me grinned and chuckled. That's when I realized he had pulled a fast one on me. It didn't take me long to realize that Charles had some crazy antics up his sleeve. At another party Charles, Lisa , Dan and I sat ...
... faces, different looks, and a different feel. I can truthfully say that the first day of school was one of the worst days of my life. I had never been so far away from my friends. That year, nevertheless, still saw me pass with a 3.5 grade point average. Still, something was missing. My best friends were all gone. While they were busy enjoying high school together, by contrast, it was hard for me to make friends. I was so caught up at leaving my old friends that being sociable seemed non-existent. I was insecure. While students were talking about their summer vacation in class, I had my head down on the table. I had nothing to talk about. Moreover, I wa ...
... box tickets and a parking pass, for that nights Ranger game. I couldn't have been more excited, much less believe my luck. After I got off work , and picked up the tickets, I raced home to get my wife and son ready to go. Over the next half hour, I almost regretted having to bring my son, what with the hassle of getting the diaper bag packed , the traffic, and fighting the crowds while pushing a stroller. It was hectic, but I survived. Finally we were situated and ready for the game. The singing of the national anthem was finished and we were waiting for the first pitch. All of a sudden it hit me, for some reason I couldn't have been prouder. There I was ...
... that we had to have him. I like shooting, Clay Pigeon shooting and Air Rifle Shooting. For Clay Pigeon Shooting I have a 12 bore shotgun. To have a shotgun you need a shotgun license. Just recently there has been an outcry for a ban on privately owned handguns after the Dunblain massacre, which was when a lunatic broke into a school and gunned down a class of children and their teacher. It was tragic. The shooting I do is just for sport and is well supervised., this handgun ban could also bring a tightening on getting a shotgun license so it would be harder to get one. I shoot what is called Skeet mostly but I also shoot Compact Sporting. I go Clay Pigeon S ...
... away for. Coming from a small town nobody was used to all the buzz going around. It made Billy nervous. That was all everyone talked about on the small shaded streets of Prince Rupert. "Billy, Billy!" Henry yelled. Snapping out of his dream world Billy relied "What?" "Go down town and pick up some eggs would ya?" "Yeah sure Dad." As he walked down the street Billy pondered if he was really doing the right thing. He had convinced himself that since Christmas was the time for giving and he was just getting a little extra cash so he could give some more to his girlfriend; he was doing the right thing. As he looked around the normal ...
... It was only the old houses witch where standing. Fortunately our house was one of the old solid houses. We started helping the nabours clearing their properties. We thought that everything was over, but no. All of a sudden the ground started shaking, more and more. I heard someone scream "It's an earthquake". I ran towards the house, but I never got inside. All of a sudden something fell in my head, and I passed out. The next thing I now I'm laying in my bed. I get up and looks out the window. Everything so far I can see is destroyed, except from our house. It was built on solid ground. The earthquake had filled the village with water. It took years to res ...
... as they pushed him forward. He could run unleashed, through a park filled with greens and waters or on a city sidewalk. He would look so beautiful and natural surrounded by the dark colors of the city. I can see the scene and I can move on. My eyes go back to the girl in front of me. I can't stray too long, I'll be caught surveying my surroundings and accused of not paying attention. I bring my focus back to her eyes and then her mouth. A close up of her lips would be a good shot. Forming each word, detailed curves and slopes. I've captured the shot. I've been told before that I see the world through the eye of a viewfinder. I actually like that view. As a ...
... one word of English, he has become a well known figure in his field of work. Armenia, the origin of my family, is where my father was born seventy-seven years ago. His very poor family fled from their town, which was in Turkey, to Everett, Massachusetts in nineteen twenty-eight. They lived several years in this suburb of Boston, until they were able to move to Haverhill to start a chicken farm. My father's journey began the first day of school when he was sent home because he could not ask to go to the bathroom in English. As he slowly learned the new culture he began to become more and more aware of his family's condition. As a young adult, he real ...
... it and continued fishing. Then as i was getting bored and drowsey I heard a yelp and the old man shot up. He had a bite! As he was fighting it he started talking and telling me how to catch a REAL fish not the guppy in my bucket. As he talked and talked the fish got closer and closer and he netted it up and took a look. The fish was about half the size of mine but it was a carp not a catfish. I gave a little laugh and continued and he tried to explain...."well you see boy, a carp is a hell of alot harder to hook than a catfish. Carp don't just eat everything they see, they're very selective. So if I were you I wouldn't laugh to hard just yet". I was ...
