The general lifted his head up to survey the new recruits. These were his new troops, the men he would be leading into war. And war it would be. Barely 18, they looked at him nervously. He wished he could be kind, but it wouldn’t be kind to them in the long run.
Anonymous
Storm troopers are absolutely the most ridiculous things ever. I was driving down a heavily congested area in my neighborhood one day only to see a whole squadron? of storm troopers walking on the sidwalk on the side of the road.
P.S. i just wrote more about storm troopers than i’ve written for my paper that’s due tomorrow.
sarah
Troops will march to the end of the world for their country.
cc
send them. send more of them. send as many of them as you can find. they will come if you ask. of course they will (will they?). of course we need them (do we?). WAR is upon us and soldiers are the key. troops, troops, troops. footsteps, footsteps. battle. will it end (it will end, won’t it?). don’t let them find you not going.
Matt W
troops. -tr=oops.
ahaha, britney spears
“oops i did it again”
i’m fantastic with this writing thing, aren’t i?
maybe i should just get slapped for being so lame.
JLH
troop. i wanna be one. iraq will be my forte. would bomb the hell outa alqaeda, and would even troop their fridges. love trooping. trooping for food. trooping for nuts.
Simba
i hope they are ok. i really wish they could be home with thier families and i understand why they are there and i appreciate it but it seems unfair to them that they have to be away from us for so long. be safe
stephanie hacker
Troops fighting raging for what? for yuor pride your country your life?? why did it start war and troops are something together, because men treat wars. with the need. their need to be accepted and loved.
Kayla M.
I don’t believe in sending the troops.
I believe in a place where they’re off in the sand of lines and curves and dips and dams.
The societal gaze forever on their souls.
Lost is this universe for the misfortune of the daylight.
Angelina Zulas
I hate how people always blame the troops for all our wars. If anyone actually took the time to read or just be more informed they’d know that there rarely is such a thing as an enemy soldier–they are people just like us and chances are they have families that love them just as much as any.
Read All Quiet on the Western Front.
Jinatsu
countless troops. they form one straight, neat line. i look around me. are we really ready for this? were we prepared? were we prepared ENOUGH? as my heart palpitated against my sternum, i drew in a deep breath and mustered all the courage i had, and screamed, “CHARRRGE!”.
war is ugly but necessary. i thank god we have people willing to do this duty for us. everyday. I am one, and i still thank him.
Kenneth
Our troops are brave and deserve our respect and honor. Whether you agree with the cause or not, they all deserve that.
Mandi
Thank you. Come home safe, and soon.
12345
stretching far beyond the horizon,
the snowy plains of Siberia.
Our teeth chattered, our feet were
burning with the frost.
How we longed for a rest! A hay
filled cart would have sent
our spirits soaring. But here,
there were no carts, no rests.
Only death, for the troops of Siberia.
amillionhearts
the sand beneath my feet crunched and cracked as i marhced with my squadron. it brought back memories of home. does anything get more ironic? the sound of the sand beneath my feet was not the same, as i was wearing combat boots, and not flip flops. war is ugly, even in the attire.
if i jsut close my eyes.. i can see.. her.. i can feel her.
I can feel my gun in my hands, my forefinger carresing the trigger.. not the same.. as running my hands down her body. the sun is not shining today, it shouldnt be. i’m glad its not, because it would only remind me of the fact that i do not have her with me. Or rather, i am not with her. Who am i kidding, everythin reminds me of her. the fact that the sun is not shining reminds me of her. i am thinking of her anyway i see, as i march to my death. But i would not have it any other way
lawren
The troops landed in a hellish place, strewn already with blood. They knew that from here on out they would have only each other to lean on. If any hope came, it would be from the man to the right and to the left. There was nothing within. There was nothing without. Only war.
Megan
The troops were lined up. They raised their guns. Tears streamed down cold, soft faces. Why? That seemed to be the question everyone was asking. How did it come to this? Sadly, it was just another day in paradise.
Patrick G. Coyne
the troops are amazing people, who often don’t get the regognition they deserve. they do an amazing job, although i really wish it wasn’t needed.
ember
Everyone says that we’re supposed to care about what happens to these people. I’m hardly aware of what goes on outside my own life. How am I supposed to know?
I think of green and brown colors, boots, dirt, combat. But what does it mean? Troops. Troops rhymes with loops. Bloops. I’m running out of things to say because my rooommate is talking to me.
T.N.
The troops assembled in one line. They knew that this was going to be something special, after all, General Admiral was in his best hat. And he only ever wore that for birthdays, important meetings and christmas.
“We’re done” he said, with a smile. Everyone paused.
“The war’s over”
George.
It’s like poops except only one p and a tr.
Christian
Before Obama had taken office, he promised to remove the troops from the middle east. Look where we are now. So much for “change.”
MrFiock
storms marching in through the air that never quit, never sit. here come the troops, looking over the mountaintops, thunder broadly shaking the land. rising slowly, rising through the tops of the sky, and then there is sudden lightning, oh how it can burn, and rarely with reason. troops marching and there is rain.
Benson
I was living in a small house in Buenos Aires. I shared it with troops of ants who came for the sugar trails I left out for them. I spent a lot of time in those years building things for the – little houses and castles with moats and bridges made of rock candy.
tara
troops
i see armies
i see soldiers
i see… death
i see… nancy benner
nancy
my ex boyfriend went to iraq for a while i associate this word with him and the fear i felt at that time.
Anonymous
wars are bloody, its’s a waste fighting without reason, well i mean we created the reason didn’t we? it’s such a shame all for our own selfish purposes we’re sending the unselfish to die. condemned, all for their country well god bless america right? hm. thank you MR. bush. you’re so lovely. save us now.
Christine
The second I saw this word, I nearly x’ed out of the window because my first thought was, “Nononono, I don’t want to see overopinionated posts about government and Obama and arguing and insults.”
I think of little clumps of ants swarming over a dropped bit of corn during an equally hectic summer block party when people say the word troop.
Helenn
the troops are in iraq. It kind of sucks. I’d rather them not be there. I think a lot of people are angry about it. I’m young, and watching other young people die is depressing. and terrifying. How many young people will die.
Allison Curtis
laS TROPAS LLEGARON Y SE ENCONTRARON CON UNA PARED ALTA, LLENA DE PIEDRAS Y LO UNICO QUE PUDIERON HACER ERA MIRARLO POR UN LARGO TIEMPO. deL FONTO SALIO UN ENANO QUE TENIA UNA CUARDA, TODOS LO MIRARON Y SONRIERON, EL CAPITAN LO LEVANTO ENTRE HOMBROS Y LO LANZO ARRIBA DE LA PARED.
adrian
don’t send in the troops. it just means more blood shed. more lives that could have meant so much more to be lost to a war that started with pointless convictions and lies. it’s sad. it makes my heart hurt. our troops. their troops…they’re all dying…and for what?
leah
goddamn those troops in iraq. it’s people ever talk about. it’s like fucking christmas up in this country. tropps of soldiers, toy soldiers. hold it men! satnd your ground! watch the fuck out for that bomb! jesus christ it just blew up all over the place.
spanish
troops
Anonymous
troops are actually pathetic…organization and numbers are their suvival no actually every singlo one of the members skill
kesla
I don’t know much about troops. Or the military. Or the navy. Or any other army. All I know that troops is a funny word if you repeat it enough times. How do words get their meanings anyway? There are Latin origins and Greek origins and so many other origins. But where did the Latin people get their meanings? The Greeks?
Allison
don’t get me started on this business. I abdicate from the request for a judgment.
s
There were troops of tears flowing down my face.
I couldn’t breathe or think or breathe
And my heart was beating much too fast.
My mind was spinning faster than the ceiling fan
And it wouldn’t stop.
I couldn’t stop.
I was shaking and my lungs were missing
And i was so scared.
Rose
it’s all about the troops. i mean that in the most sincere way possible, but seriously it’s impossible to even mention the subject of the military without making direct reference to “the troops.” people act as if they are not even a group anymore, but an entity with a singular identity. i realize it’s supposed to make it seem like more personal but in reality it’s making them less of a person each.
The general lifted his head up to survey the new recruits. These were his new troops, the men he would be leading into war. And war it would be. Barely 18, they looked at him nervously. He wished he could be kind, but it wouldn’t be kind to them in the long run.
Storm troopers are absolutely the most ridiculous things ever. I was driving down a heavily congested area in my neighborhood one day only to see a whole squadron? of storm troopers walking on the sidwalk on the side of the road.
P.S. i just wrote more about storm troopers than i’ve written for my paper that’s due tomorrow.
Troops will march to the end of the world for their country.
send them. send more of them. send as many of them as you can find. they will come if you ask. of course they will (will they?). of course we need them (do we?). WAR is upon us and soldiers are the key. troops, troops, troops. footsteps, footsteps. battle. will it end (it will end, won’t it?). don’t let them find you not going.
troops. -tr=oops.
ahaha, britney spears
“oops i did it again”
i’m fantastic with this writing thing, aren’t i?
maybe i should just get slapped for being so lame.
troop. i wanna be one. iraq will be my forte. would bomb the hell outa alqaeda, and would even troop their fridges. love trooping. trooping for food. trooping for nuts.
i hope they are ok. i really wish they could be home with thier families and i understand why they are there and i appreciate it but it seems unfair to them that they have to be away from us for so long. be safe
Troops fighting raging for what? for yuor pride your country your life?? why did it start war and troops are something together, because men treat wars. with the need. their need to be accepted and loved.
I don’t believe in sending the troops.
I believe in a place where they’re off in the sand of lines and curves and dips and dams.
The societal gaze forever on their souls.
Lost is this universe for the misfortune of the daylight.
I hate how people always blame the troops for all our wars. If anyone actually took the time to read or just be more informed they’d know that there rarely is such a thing as an enemy soldier–they are people just like us and chances are they have families that love them just as much as any.
Read All Quiet on the Western Front.
countless troops. they form one straight, neat line. i look around me. are we really ready for this? were we prepared? were we prepared ENOUGH? as my heart palpitated against my sternum, i drew in a deep breath and mustered all the courage i had, and screamed, “CHARRRGE!”.
fa;pesfhw;lejfh;asljkhfgjsh ljh; lajhj;lsg;lajhfasfw
war is ugly but necessary. i thank god we have people willing to do this duty for us. everyday. I am one, and i still thank him.
Our troops are brave and deserve our respect and honor. Whether you agree with the cause or not, they all deserve that.
Thank you. Come home safe, and soon.
stretching far beyond the horizon,
the snowy plains of Siberia.
Our teeth chattered, our feet were
burning with the frost.
How we longed for a rest! A hay
filled cart would have sent
our spirits soaring. But here,
there were no carts, no rests.
Only death, for the troops of Siberia.
the sand beneath my feet crunched and cracked as i marhced with my squadron. it brought back memories of home. does anything get more ironic? the sound of the sand beneath my feet was not the same, as i was wearing combat boots, and not flip flops. war is ugly, even in the attire.
if i jsut close my eyes.. i can see.. her.. i can feel her.
I can feel my gun in my hands, my forefinger carresing the trigger.. not the same.. as running my hands down her body. the sun is not shining today, it shouldnt be. i’m glad its not, because it would only remind me of the fact that i do not have her with me. Or rather, i am not with her. Who am i kidding, everythin reminds me of her. the fact that the sun is not shining reminds me of her. i am thinking of her anyway i see, as i march to my death. But i would not have it any other way
The troops landed in a hellish place, strewn already with blood. They knew that from here on out they would have only each other to lean on. If any hope came, it would be from the man to the right and to the left. There was nothing within. There was nothing without. Only war.
The troops were lined up. They raised their guns. Tears streamed down cold, soft faces. Why? That seemed to be the question everyone was asking. How did it come to this? Sadly, it was just another day in paradise.
the troops are amazing people, who often don’t get the regognition they deserve. they do an amazing job, although i really wish it wasn’t needed.
Everyone says that we’re supposed to care about what happens to these people. I’m hardly aware of what goes on outside my own life. How am I supposed to know?
I think of green and brown colors, boots, dirt, combat. But what does it mean? Troops. Troops rhymes with loops. Bloops. I’m running out of things to say because my rooommate is talking to me.
The troops assembled in one line. They knew that this was going to be something special, after all, General Admiral was in his best hat. And he only ever wore that for birthdays, important meetings and christmas.
“We’re done” he said, with a smile. Everyone paused.
“The war’s over”
It’s like poops except only one p and a tr.
Before Obama had taken office, he promised to remove the troops from the middle east. Look where we are now. So much for “change.”
storms marching in through the air that never quit, never sit. here come the troops, looking over the mountaintops, thunder broadly shaking the land. rising slowly, rising through the tops of the sky, and then there is sudden lightning, oh how it can burn, and rarely with reason. troops marching and there is rain.
I was living in a small house in Buenos Aires. I shared it with troops of ants who came for the sugar trails I left out for them. I spent a lot of time in those years building things for the – little houses and castles with moats and bridges made of rock candy.
troops
i see armies
i see soldiers
i see… death
i see… nancy benner
my ex boyfriend went to iraq for a while i associate this word with him and the fear i felt at that time.
wars are bloody, its’s a waste fighting without reason, well i mean we created the reason didn’t we? it’s such a shame all for our own selfish purposes we’re sending the unselfish to die. condemned, all for their country well god bless america right? hm. thank you MR. bush. you’re so lovely. save us now.
The second I saw this word, I nearly x’ed out of the window because my first thought was, “Nononono, I don’t want to see overopinionated posts about government and Obama and arguing and insults.”
I think of little clumps of ants swarming over a dropped bit of corn during an equally hectic summer block party when people say the word troop.
the troops are in iraq. It kind of sucks. I’d rather them not be there. I think a lot of people are angry about it. I’m young, and watching other young people die is depressing. and terrifying. How many young people will die.
laS TROPAS LLEGARON Y SE ENCONTRARON CON UNA PARED ALTA, LLENA DE PIEDRAS Y LO UNICO QUE PUDIERON HACER ERA MIRARLO POR UN LARGO TIEMPO. deL FONTO SALIO UN ENANO QUE TENIA UNA CUARDA, TODOS LO MIRARON Y SONRIERON, EL CAPITAN LO LEVANTO ENTRE HOMBROS Y LO LANZO ARRIBA DE LA PARED.
don’t send in the troops. it just means more blood shed. more lives that could have meant so much more to be lost to a war that started with pointless convictions and lies. it’s sad. it makes my heart hurt. our troops. their troops…they’re all dying…and for what?
goddamn those troops in iraq. it’s people ever talk about. it’s like fucking christmas up in this country. tropps of soldiers, toy soldiers. hold it men! satnd your ground! watch the fuck out for that bomb! jesus christ it just blew up all over the place.
troops
troops are actually pathetic…organization and numbers are their suvival no actually every singlo one of the members skill
I don’t know much about troops. Or the military. Or the navy. Or any other army. All I know that troops is a funny word if you repeat it enough times. How do words get their meanings anyway? There are Latin origins and Greek origins and so many other origins. But where did the Latin people get their meanings? The Greeks?
don’t get me started on this business. I abdicate from the request for a judgment.
There were troops of tears flowing down my face.
I couldn’t breathe or think or breathe
And my heart was beating much too fast.
My mind was spinning faster than the ceiling fan
And it wouldn’t stop.
I couldn’t stop.
I was shaking and my lungs were missing
And i was so scared.
it’s all about the troops. i mean that in the most sincere way possible, but seriously it’s impossible to even mention the subject of the military without making direct reference to “the troops.” people act as if they are not even a group anymore, but an entity with a singular identity. i realize it’s supposed to make it seem like more personal but in reality it’s making them less of a person each.