Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Johnny Got his Gun


Natalie Davis
Period 2
Argument essay
November 20, 2013

The famous war novel, Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo, depicts the unfiltered thoughts of a World War I soldier, Joe Bonham.    Dalton Trumbo uses this character, Joe Bonham, to give a voice to the individual soldier.  During a time of war, the individual is lost among the masses, and the importance of a single life is diluted.  The writing style switches from first person to third person omniscient, which allows the audience to experience the raw and unfiltered perspective that Joe has on his participation in the war, and how he has been affected by it.  By signing away his life to the government’s disposal, he gives away all of his rights and becomes a prisoner of war.  
Through Joe’s eyes, he has been used by the government as a pawn in a game, disposable.  He feels betrayed by those who were supposed to hold his best intentions at heart, those who held his fate in their hands.  “You plan the wars you masters of men plans the wars and point the way and we will point the gun.”  (Trumbo.  243).  He directs the blame for his current condition to the “masters of men”, cowards who hide from the battlegrounds and call the shots from far away.   
It is the government who had convinced Joe to join the war efforts, tricking him by using propaganda and peer pressure.  Joe feels betrayed and used as he realizes that  his leaders have decided that Joe’s life is worth sacrificing in order to preserve democracy.  Although the propaganda influenced men to believe that they were fighting for liberty, only in pure silence and isolation does Joe truly understand what he was fighting for.  “A man doesn't say I will starve myself to death to keep from starving, or that he'd spend all of his money to save money. Why should he be willing to die for the privilege of living?”  A word.  He was fighting for something that was intangible, was of no direct use to him on an individual level.  Joe was never fighting for himself, he was fighting for something that was out of his control.  Joe was sent out to be slaughtered, along with many other soldiers, for a cause that never represented him or what he wanted.  
The rat enters the story as a way to remind Joe that he is helpless, and that he has lost all control over his life.  The rat eats away at Joe’s flesh in his dreams, representing the benefactors of war.  The rat is the enemy on both sides of the war; it reaps the benefits of the discarded bodies, and only takes from those who gave their lives for a cause.  Joe realizes that the men who he fought against were never the enemy, only men who were in the same condition as him, reflecting his fate.  
The men who declared the war, who held the lives of thousands at their disposal, were the true enemies.  In a similar situation, the novel, Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins, depicts the same scenario of representing the government as the true enemy.  Before the battle takes place, protagonist Katniss Everdeen is reminded that while she is in the arena, she is fighting against contestants who have all been selected against their will, acting as pawns in the Hunger Games.   It is President snow that is the epitome of evil and holds their lives in his hands, and it is President Snow who has turned these contestants against one another.  
The aftermath of war has left Joe senseless, limbless, and trapped in his own mind, his body represents the jail cell that he has been condemned to.  In his darkest moments, he turns to something that gives him some form of hope: God.  “So he jumped out of the train right through the window and started running toward Christ” (page 193).  The mention of Christ in this passage is crucial to the transition in character that Joe takes.  Hope materializes for Joe as he cries out to God, to bring him back into the world of the living.  In desperation he begs for a miracle, he turns to prayer as his last resort, and in this moment of complete fear and hope, a breakthrough occurs.  
The only relationship that Joe has had while he is in the hospital is with the nurse; she is the only thing that Joe can count on.  After years of dealing with nurses who have ignored Joe’s tapping movements, on Christmas, he receives a new nurse.  He realizes right away that this nurse is distinct from the others, she is the first to make an effort to communicate with him by writing “Merry Christmas” on his chest.  It is symbolic that on the day of Christmas, Joe would be blessed with this new opportunity to communicate through morse code.   Joe begins to view himself as Christ, that he is being born on this day, brought out of the “womb” and exposed to the outside world.  He also resembles Christ in his motives to become a symbol for all the soldiers who have died and suffered from war.  He sees that his mission is to warn the other “little guys” from falling into the trap that is set up by their leaders to be pulled into the slaughter.  
In conclusion, Joe sees that his participation in World War I took everything from him, and he finds that he could hold the power to prevent more men from following in his footsteps.  Joe has the power to speak for the fallen soldiers,  metaphorically giving a voice to the silent.  Once again, he finds himself sacrificing his life for a cause, but this time it is a cause that he believes in, a cause that will protect lives instead of take them.  

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Crumble

All I want to do is find myself.  I don't want to speak in cryptic code anymore, I want to be honest to who I am.  All I do everyday is plan for tomoro; I do my homework so I keep up with the class, I plan my schedule in advance.  I want spontaneity; I want love and excitement.  I want to dream and explore the depths of what is out there, I want to discover and go invent, to be creative.  But I am scared and hold myself back because I can't imagine a life that is outside the lines, a life that doesn't have guarantees of what tomoro will bring.  I feel like sometimes I am hiding behind a wall that I built myself, that would protect me and contain me from ever getting hurt.  Sometimes you want to hurt, sometimes that is the only thing that lets you know for sure that you are alive.  Sometimes to gain happiness, you have to lose something, and maybe that something is my wall.  

Friday, October 25, 2013

Hurt people hurt others

There once was a girl; she was the nicest person you would ever have the pleasure to meet.  She held her tongue and prided herself on holding herself as classy, and respectful.  She was always extending herself to other people, always doing favors and being supportive of others.  She never asked for much in return, hated to be indebted to anyone.  She was a free spirit, who drifted with the wind, wherever it led her she served those around her. But the girl soon became resentful of the people she helped; they were selfish and ungrateful.  She began to recoil from these horrible people, leeches, all they did was suck all the life she had and never gave anything back.   They tortured her, slowly but accumulating in time they gained her trust and began to abuse her.  They used her trust to discover her weaknesses, and they tried to break her.  These people were evil in their intentions, they were miserable and hated her and the happiness she had in her life.  But they could not break her.  She had god in her, and he gave her strength to endure the pain these parasites inflicted on her.  The people were astonished by her integrity, she never once tried to seek vengeance. She was not vindictive like they were.  She knew what love was and grew to pitty them, because they lived in a world
that did not know love, because they did not know Jesus.  She could hold a grudge, and desire to spite them for their actions, but god softened her heart.  After all, they were the ones who did not realize what they lost, someone who cared about them.  How often do u find a friend who genuinely cares?  It's sad that they were so blind, they didn't even realize what they lost.  

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Graphics Project



lies underneath

I like the feeing
The feeling of a pencil in my hand
Scribbles are created in a single swoop of the hand
I can not express the sensations that draws along with the written word
I can only describe my own elation
I feel as if I am Lifted from my body and transformed
Transformed into a spirit that hovers above my body
And My thoughts are solidified, permanent
I cannot forget my consciousness, it is not lost in the scramble that has become my mind
Distractions prevent me from discovery
Discovery of myself, of what I am and who I will be
The only way to answer the questions I have is to allow myself to be heard
I need to take a second, breathe, allow my thoughts to transfer into life
Into a guide that brings me into a state that I can understand
I am lost in this world, which is filled with the desecration of individualism
I am lost under the suffocation of others prejudices

finding myself is a journey that can not be avoided
But it can be prolonged as long as I allow the outside forces to take away my silence
Through silence I can venture further into myself
And draw the real me out to the surface

Destiny

Who am I?
Am I a hero?
Am I a villain?
A star, a role model, a mother?
Who will I be...
When I venture through the darkest of caves 
Will I emerge to see the light?
Who can I be?
When everyone tells me what to do
How can I decide the path to take
To the person I want to be.
In the end I am who I am
Even if I don't know her yet
She waits inside me ready to be released
Ready to guide my hand
She is here
I just need to find her
And once I do
All my questions shall bear an answer.