War Dialectical Journal

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1. Cane wrote his book with the intent to show the brutal reality of war as well with compare it to some other forms of story telling when it comes to war. Most of the time war is fantasised as a heroic and epic adventure when in reality it is a scary and violent time of death and great loss from both sides. Cane wanted to show people that war isn't what they really think it is for people who have never seen it. He uses comparing real graphic war with the romanticised view of war written by some.

2. The way this is written you can actually tell what emotions the soldiers were feeling at the time. While being able to observe there conversations this really opens up the understanding of what they felt. For example this moment of anxious expectation
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There i lay with rifle in hand in a blurred daze as shouting and rifle fire begins to fill my view. I snap back into reality i shuffle to my feet and aim my rifle. a take a shot into the smoke and begin reloading in a frenzy. More fierce then the last i fear for my life in the chaos. "Get yr hed down!" i hear someone speaking. again louder "Get yr head down now!" It finally registers and i hit the dirt as cannon fire whips past my regiment and explodes into the dirt about 60 yards behind us. A round of fire hits a few around me as i stay pasted to the grass. They fall as i hear shouting. Again back to reality i stay to the grass and fire from a laying position. At this point i hear my commander shouting curses and victory chants. The confederate army begins to withdrawal and fall back to a position where the fighting slows to a halt and both parties move from the field. Back at camp we tend to the wounded and mourn the dead. The commander was wounded in battle. A graze on the side and a shot on the arm yet he still stands clearly trying not to show his pain. That night i fall asleep with nightmares of battle. I wake to find myself in a march to the next bloody

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