Weapons of War
Notables: Onagers, Ballistae (753 BC), Mangonels, Cannons (1100s), Howitzers (17th century), Schwerer Gustav, Cruise Missiles.
It also happened to be the forerunner of ICBMs carrying Biological Weapons since it was used to hurl dead bodies over city walls to inspire fear and spread diseases.
The most renowned feat of the Longbow was at the Battle of Agincourt during the Hundred Years War. The fleeing and tired men of King Henry V of England, most of them archers, faced fresh French troops four times their number [including the famous French cavalry] at the end of the boggy field on St Crispin's Day. With the Longbows unleashing “a terrifying hail of arrow” shot from 200 yards away, the French forces were cut down while trapped in the bog and routed completely. The French didn't get over that humiliating defeat until a little girl named Joan of Arc decided to even the score.
The Lee-Enfield is the precursor for our current Sniper Rifles, whose design began with the Long Lee's inability to compete with German-made Mausers during the Second Boer War.
Symbolically, daggers can be associated with treachery and cowardice for being the weapon of choice in assassinations (Caesar died of 23 dagger stab wounds), and is at the same time a symbol of courage, as using it requires getting dangerously close to the enemy. It represents the church, being similar to a cross, and in ancient Egypt gilded daggers were adorned as ceremonial objects. The Nazis used them as ornamental uniform regalia, and it's assumed that Japan started the fashion statement of military personnel wearing dress daggers. The British used the prettiest kind, the Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife, in actual combat.
It also represents feminine attributes. We know. Anticlimactic.
By Dr Who and Professor Spork
In My Mind
The man is old. He seems to be about sixty-five. Though he's old, he is still strong. I think he came to the park for a morning walk with some of his friends. I heard one of his friends calling him Farid. So, his name is Farid. He seems to be a jolly person and he is trying to be friendly with the small kids.
He was once young like my father. He once had a beautiful family like my father does now. He once used to love his wife and children like my father does now.
I am watching him inside my mind.
Why do I have to watch him in my mind? Why can't I watch him as a reality? Why can't I be friendly with him? Why can't he be friendly with me? Why can't he love his wife and children like before? Why can't he love his grandchildren now?
How can he? He no longer exists on the Earth now.
Who do you think it is? It's my great old grandfather who I miss very much. I never saw him because he died in a road accident when my father was small. So, I have no choice except imagining him in my mind and saying-
In my mind
By Nawshin Tabassum Binte Alim
Daddy Comes Home
My name is Elena and I'm 10 years old. I was born on October 19th, 2000. My dad picked my name. He said that he had always wanted a daughter named Elena. I am an only child and my dad is the best thing that ever happened to me. Here's something that happened when my dad left me for time to fight in the war…
"I don't know why I let him go."
"I'm home," I called as I walked through the door. I didn't get a hug from him as I went upstairs nor did he take my bag from me and make me do homework. It had been a year since I saw him and we hadn't received a letter for months. I was getting worried. The feeling was getting worse everyday.
"Dinner's ready," said my mom. I couldn't bear going downstairs. "What's the matter?" she asked as she opened the door.
"Nothing," I replied.
"Come on, let's go have dinner," she suggested as she wiped away my tears. Throughout dinner, there was a very uncomfortable silence. Usually we would be talking and laughing but without dad it just wasn't the same. After dinner, I went to bed. The next morning the alarm clock sounded much too early for a Saturday morning. As I walked downstairs I smelled the sweet aroma of waffles being cooked.
We hadn't had breakfast like that since… "DAD!" I cried as I saw him coming up the stairs. I ran down to him and gave him the biggest hug ever. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the happiest day of my life. "Whoa there, Elena. I'm happy to see you, too. Now then let's have breakfast and I'll tell you all about my adventures. Deal?"
"Deal," I said as we walked towards the kitchen. Mom was there waiting for us with a huge grin on her face. "When?" I asked her. She told me that a few hours after I went to sleep, there was a funny kind of knock on the door and when she opened it, there he was. I couldn't believe it. On Monday, everyone asked me why I was so happy and I told them. They said that they were happy for me and that my dad should be proud because I do so well in school. After that everything went back to normal and he promised that he would never leave for so long again.
By Sapphire Amara Faruque
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