The definition of Holy is "dedicated or devoted to the service of God, the church, or religion." War is "a conflict carried on by force of arms, as between nations or between parties within a nation; warfare, as by land, sea, or air." Holy War is an oxymoron because the words are completely different. Ones represents peace and the other represents violence.
The people are fighting for what they believe in, the more people that die the stronger their religion becomes. Many people think that by killing your making your point loud and clear.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Can history Repeat Itself??

Believe it or not, we have discovered new ways of solving our problems. Not everything nowadays leads to violence. I dont thing there will be World War 3 in my lifetime because most of the problems that countries had with each other on 18's and 19's have being solved to a limit. Some people might still have hatred in their heart but no one can hold a grudge forever.
Maybe not in my lifetime but in the future their might be a World War 3 because of some stupid decision that the government . Even if there was another war, the country's weapons would knock out each other in a matter of minutes.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Letter from WW2
143 Mary Road
Pushland, Berlin 4051
September 4, 1939
Dear Nicole
This might be the last time I write to you. As i sit here in my cramped little tent dreaming of all the good times we have shared together, my love. Hitler has ordered us to triple the tanks, soldiers and blitzkrieg. But Poland seems srtonger than I had thought. All hope and faith has long gone from my body, now only the thought of you on my mind will keep a small light in my heart buring. The commander has given each of us food rations that might only last us a week but since there are so many of us, that is what we have to live with.
Innocent blood has been spilt at the hands of men that call themselves soldiers who are defending their country. We have not only defeated Poland but destroyed any means of them rebuilding their once great nation. The cystal blue sky that I gazed upon a week ago is now blackened with gun power from rifles and fierce bombings. The clean sweet smelling air is now filled with a rotting stench of innocent woman, children and men who never got to say good-bye to their loved ones. The ground that Polish children once rode their bikes on, is now covered with massive dents made by our atomic bombs.
Our living conditions are not the greatest but after a long day of fighting, our eyes just close and we drift away to a wonderful place. But are soon awaken by the sound of a loud man screaming at the top of his lungs. The air is damp and icy in the mornings but during the day we're too busy fighting for our country, that we dont really feel the chilly weather. I cant remember what its like to feel steaming hot water against my back, the smell of a clean, dirt free body or even the texture of a cotton towel alongside my face. My only wish now is to see you for one last time. And I hope that if I die you are able to find love again because i know that my spirit will always be alive in your heart and soul.
Your loving husband
Abe Longstockings
Pushland, Berlin 4051
September 4, 1939
Dear Nicole
This might be the last time I write to you. As i sit here in my cramped little tent dreaming of all the good times we have shared together, my love. Hitler has ordered us to triple the tanks, soldiers and blitzkrieg. But Poland seems srtonger than I had thought. All hope and faith has long gone from my body, now only the thought of you on my mind will keep a small light in my heart buring. The commander has given each of us food rations that might only last us a week but since there are so many of us, that is what we have to live with.
Innocent blood has been spilt at the hands of men that call themselves soldiers who are defending their country. We have not only defeated Poland but destroyed any means of them rebuilding their once great nation. The cystal blue sky that I gazed upon a week ago is now blackened with gun power from rifles and fierce bombings. The clean sweet smelling air is now filled with a rotting stench of innocent woman, children and men who never got to say good-bye to their loved ones. The ground that Polish children once rode their bikes on, is now covered with massive dents made by our atomic bombs.
Our living conditions are not the greatest but after a long day of fighting, our eyes just close and we drift away to a wonderful place. But are soon awaken by the sound of a loud man screaming at the top of his lungs. The air is damp and icy in the mornings but during the day we're too busy fighting for our country, that we dont really feel the chilly weather. I cant remember what its like to feel steaming hot water against my back, the smell of a clean, dirt free body or even the texture of a cotton towel alongside my face. My only wish now is to see you for one last time. And I hope that if I die you are able to find love again because i know that my spirit will always be alive in your heart and soul.
Your loving husband
Abe Longstockings
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Recipe for WW2
- Add two spoons of a Treaty of Versailles which solved nothing
- Stir in one cup of a failed League of nations
- Combined with the rise of fascism
- Then add 7 teaspoons of appeasement
- Mix gently with German Aggression
- And lastly decorate with 1/2 a cup of Japanse Aggression
Monday, February 2, 2009
Who you think you are??
I think that I am the the pigeons because if I know something or information, I would pass it on. Another reason is that most of the time, i shut up and listen and then pass the information on. And my last reason is that I dont pass information unless necessary and dont pass it inless the person thats information it is.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Tyranny, Injustice and Self-determination
On our blogs we have to show how tyranny, injustice and determination show in the characters from the book Animal Farm. In the book, at the beginning, Mr Jones is the one with the power over all the animals but among the animals Benjamin is the one who leads the animals into showing them that humans don't do anything but make them work hard and give them small amounts of food. When he dies the pigs take his place but don't rule for themselves they always see whats best for the farm.
Mr. Jones treated the animals injustice by making them do work and not giving them anything in reward. Towards the end of chapter three the animals plan to take over the farm and self-govern the farm.
The animals were also determined to take over the farm and not have to listen and take orders from Mr. Jones. They wanted to live in on the farm by their choice and not because they had to.
Mr. Jones treated the animals injustice by making them do work and not giving them anything in reward. Towards the end of chapter three the animals plan to take over the farm and self-govern the farm.
The animals were also determined to take over the farm and not have to listen and take orders from Mr. Jones. They wanted to live in on the farm by their choice and not because they had to.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Fighting a Pointless War
Leaving their family and friends
The cries of wives watching their husbands face death
The thought of long time friends saying their final goodbyes
Mothers wishing their sons, "Good luck my boy, may you return safely"
Sand rising from the ground
Pieces of shrapnel flying into the bodies of innocent men
Bullets piercing the flesh of those who risk their lives
Defending their country, they will return victorious
Hiding below the surface of the ground
Guns peek through the tops of trenches
Feet blistering with pain and agony
Nurses sewing skin together
Bandaging ammunition wounds caused by the opposition
Will fathers be able to hold their children close to them?
And say everything is going to be ok?
Would you fight for your country to protect the people that you love?
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