Unbroken Dialectical Journals
Meghan Anderson
AP English 11
Unbroken Dialectical journals
Mrs. Vance
Quote
Pg 12- “In the back bedroom he could hear trains passing. Lying beside him sleeping brother, he’d listen to the broad, low sound: faint, then rising, faint again, then high, beckoning whistles, then gone. The sound of it brought goose bumps. Lost in longing, Louie imagined himself on a train, rolling into country he couldn’t see, growing smaller and more distant until he disappeared.”
Pg 25- “For several strides he hesitated. Then he saw the last curve ahead, and the sight slapped him awake. He opened up as fast as he could go.”
Pg 46- “At Hickam Field, soldiers were washing a car. On hula lane, a family was dressing for mass. At the officers club at Wheeler Field, men were leaving a poker game. In the barracks, two men were in the midst of a pillow fight. At Ewa Mooring Mast Field, a technical sergeant was peering through the lens of a camera at his three-year-old son.”
Pg 55- “The first thing people tended to notice about Phillips was that they hadn’t noticed him earlier. He was so recessive that he could be in a room for a long time before anyone realized that he was there. He was smallish, short-legged. Some of the men called him sandblaster because, said one pilot, ‘his fanny was so close to the ground.’”
Pg 65- “From this day forward, until victory or defeat, transfer, discharge, capture, or death took them from it, the vast pacific would be beneath and around them. Its bottom was already littered with downed was planes and the ghosts of lost airmen. Every day of this long and ferocious war, more would join them.”
Pg 74- “Tracers from firing above and below streaked the air in yellow, red, and green. As Pillsbury watched the clamor of colors, he thought of Christmas. Then he remembered: They had crossed the international date line and passed midnight. It was Christmas.”
Pg 109- “The tonnage coming down, he late wrote ‘seemed like a railroad
AP English 11
Unbroken Dialectical journals
Mrs. Vance
Quote
Pg 12- “In the back bedroom he could hear trains passing. Lying beside him sleeping brother, he’d listen to the broad, low sound: faint, then rising, faint again, then high, beckoning whistles, then gone. The sound of it brought goose bumps. Lost in longing, Louie imagined himself on a train, rolling into country he couldn’t see, growing smaller and more distant until he disappeared.”
Pg 25- “For several strides he hesitated. Then he saw the last curve ahead, and the sight slapped him awake. He opened up as fast as he could go.”
Pg 46- “At Hickam Field, soldiers were washing a car. On hula lane, a family was dressing for mass. At the officers club at Wheeler Field, men were leaving a poker game. In the barracks, two men were in the midst of a pillow fight. At Ewa Mooring Mast Field, a technical sergeant was peering through the lens of a camera at his three-year-old son.”
Pg 55- “The first thing people tended to notice about Phillips was that they hadn’t noticed him earlier. He was so recessive that he could be in a room for a long time before anyone realized that he was there. He was smallish, short-legged. Some of the men called him sandblaster because, said one pilot, ‘his fanny was so close to the ground.’”
Pg 65- “From this day forward, until victory or defeat, transfer, discharge, capture, or death took them from it, the vast pacific would be beneath and around them. Its bottom was already littered with downed was planes and the ghosts of lost airmen. Every day of this long and ferocious war, more would join them.”
Pg 74- “Tracers from firing above and below streaked the air in yellow, red, and green. As Pillsbury watched the clamor of colors, he thought of Christmas. Then he remembered: They had crossed the international date line and passed midnight. It was Christmas.”
Pg 109- “The tonnage coming down, he late wrote ‘seemed like a railroad