Samuel :: Short Stories War Violence Essays

Samuel He looked into her eyes and proceeded to tell her how beautiful she was to him. He had to her more times before, and every time she would smile and look away. Sometimes he wasnt really sure how things came to be. No-matter how bad things had become, he always constitute strength in her. Now there was a baby on the way, his whole life was turning around. The child was born in a place where state of war and hardship had become a commonality. He was stipulation the name Samuel by his sustain. Before Samuel was even born, his father was killed while fight on the outskirts of town, and in his mothers heart there was left hand a hole that was kept from consuming her only by the intrust and anticipation of her son that would soon be born. Still, she could not imagine deliverance a boy up in such a war ravaged place, and without a father. However, she loved her son enough to keep them both(prenominal) alive, and for twelve years they held strong against the hars h cold, bullets, and starvation. Like Samuels father, finale and war would soon claim Samuels mother. The inevitable occurred when Samuels mother was hit by gunfire in the market place.Now he was alone. His mother, the only person who loved him, had gone(p). He ran to her that day and held her head and prayed for her life. She was gone before she even touched the ground. Still the boy held her. He matt-up sick and cold on the icy asphalt that he could not move. However, he did not cry. Maybe he could not cry. He was strong, and naturally he would stay strong through the tough times, but this was different. He felt something he had never felt before. He right away learned the ways of war and learned to fight. He could no yearner find forgiveness or wholeness in his heart. For the next straggle of his life he was driven only by his vengeance and anger for his dead mother.Nothing anyone could say or do could mend his low-spirited heart. He was too consumed by the void in his life that the frame words of friends and cousins had become little more than echoes in an endless white-haired space.