RAPELJAE,MT- John Austin Edwards, age 24, of Rapeljae was declared dead after being reported as missing in action one year ago. John and his crew were last seen on April 19, 1945 on their base near Wells, England. Their plane was shot down during a night mission and has not been found. Johnny was born in Rapeljae on December 7, 1920 to Arthur and Ida (Cox) Edwards. He grew up on the family ranch near Rapeljae and attended school in Ryegate and Rapeljae. He attended Rapeljae high school through his sophomore year. On May 27, 1941, Johnny married Agnes M. Dimmitt. They welcomed a daughter named Janice Louise on July 18, 1943 in Columbus. The three of them ranched near Rapeljae. On March 23, 1944, Johnny enlisted in the U.S Air Force. He trained in Texas, Florida, California, and finally in Walla Walla, WA where he was able to live on base with Jan and Agnes until his troop shipped overseas. John and his troop shipped out to England in November 1944 to fight in the European Theatre. He was a member of the 858th bombardment squadron, 492nd bombardment group. John is survived by his parents, brothers Hugh and Dow, sisters Mabel and Virginia, wife Agnes, and daughter Jan, all of Rapeljae.

Letter

April 1, 1945

England

            Dearest Mabel, Ralph and Kids

How have you all been? Today is April Fools. But to us it is just another day, us we aren’t much in the mood for playing tricks and jokes. But I thought I might drop you a line to let you know that I am still alive and doing well, though I do miss home awful bad. I can’t tell you much about what I am doing, but I can tell you that I am a tail gunner on a B-24 Liberator. I am on a great crew and we all get along swell. We have all been together since training in Walla Walla last fall. Boy, I sure do miss Walla Walla. It sure was nice living with Jan and Agnes for a few weeks. But I will be home soon. I only have three more weeks to go, and then I will be sent back to the states for more training if need be. But I hear this war won’t go on much longer. I hear Germany is about to surrender. I hope so. I haven’t gotten mail for about a week, but tomorrow is mail day and I’m expecting a few letters.    I must close for now, as news is short. Well take care you guys, lots and lots of love- Johnny

Poem

I wrote the poem from the perspective of the character that I'm doing. My topic is someone's life and I'm doing it on the life of my great grandpa who was killed in World War  2. I don't know if I'll use it in my project yet but we'll see.

Noises all around us,
Hear the booms and blasts,
Trying to stay alive,
Every day could be your last.

The war is almost over,
its coming to an end,
we are all tired of fighting,
home is where we want to be send.

We all miss our families,
We write them if we can,
The person  I miss the very most,
Is my daughter, Jan.

We are constantly in danger,
Sometimes it gets bad,
I pray for all the children,
That will grow up without a dad.

I hope I make it out alive,
of this dreadful war,
And when this war is over,
I hope there will be no more.

Silent Treatment

We sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Or days even. My mom and I sat outside of the probation offricers office. One of my friends sat inside of the office, and my appointment was next. I was the last one in our group. Complete silence, with only the tick-tocking of the cloack and the traffic outside on the busy street could be heard. "Well, I hope you learned your lesson." My mom suddenly burst out, startling me. She didn't look up from the magazine she was reading. But she was right. I definately had learned my lesson. What I had learned was that the next time, my friends and I were going to have to be sneakier when we wanted to party. How stupid it was of us to think that we wouldn't get caught drinking in the park. Cops drive past the park multiple times every night, and last Friday was no exception. Finally, the door opened and my friend and his parents stepped out. The probation officer stepped out and said, "Allright, Ms. Parker, I'm ready for you." My mom and I rose out of our chairs and we walked into the dark office. It had no windows, and only the ceiling light lit up the room. "Please, have a seat." She smiled at us as we sat down onto her stiff wooden chairs in front of her desk. There were three chairs, and one remained empty between me and my mom. The third was probably supposed to be for the other parent. But I had no idea who my father was. I'm not even sure if my mom did. The probation officer started talking about my charges. And one of my sentencing requirments was that I had fifty hours of community service. So for the next six Saturday mornings I would be stuck doing community service. And every Monday I had to come back to her office to "check in" and talk about how everything was going. Great, I thought, this is sure going to suck. Finally when she was done, we made our way toward the door. "Allright then!" she said, too cheerfully, as I was walking out, "You stay out of trouble now!" Yeah right, I thought to myself, with a smirk on my face. I just won't get caught next time.

T.S.L.M.A.B

The silver lake made a beautiful sight to see on the warm summer night. The fieflies danced above the water and the two young lovers could see the reflections on the still as glass water.Andy was excited for what he was about to do. He was about to start the next chapter of his life.
"Isn't this great?" asked Andy.
"Yes, its gorgeous," replied his steady girlfriend of three years. Gina kissed him softly on the cheek.
"How was your dinner?"
"Oh it was really good. We went on our first date there, remember?"
"Yes, and you wore that beautiful red dress. You looked amazing."
"How can you remember that?"
"How could I forget?"
They laughed and kissed some more. Then they sat in silence for a while, watching the fireflies over the lake. All the while, Andy thinking about what was about to happen. He was excited and nervous and happy and scared all at the same time. Finally, he got off of the car and kneeled in front of her. He too her hand in his and asked,
"Gina, will you please marry me?"

Gossip

"Hahaha."
 The girls quiet laughter amongst themselves filled the almost empty girls bathroom. Only the three of them were in there. The three sophmore girls talked about the latest gossip in the school. This week it was about one of their fellow classmates, a girl named Holly who they had all liked until recently.
"She is such a skank. Did you hear about her and that one guy from out of town?"asked one girl to the others.
"Oh man. Ya, I heard.", another replied, even though she hadn't. But of course, she couldn't let the others know. So she added,
 "I also heard shes dating his brother!"
"I heard about that too!", her friends squeeled in excitement.
"When did you find out?"
"I heard about it this morning. In first period study hall."
"Well, I heard about it last night."
"Did you hear about his friend too?"
"Yes!"
They all kept adding details to their faulty story, even though the entire thing was a lie. Pretty soon, the bell rang for class, and all of them went to their next class. Since all three of them had seperate classes, they all three told someone new the story. And all of those people told someone else.
By the end of the day, everyone in the entire school had heard about what happened, or what they thought happened but actually didn't.  But by the next week, the entire story had been forgotten about. It was old news, in the past, and nobody cared. The new gossip was about someone else, what happened over the weekend, and life in the school went on.

Road Trip

As Katie walked out of her last class before the break, could hardly wait to hit the open road. She was very excited for this Spring break, as her and her two roomates were taking a road trip to California. The three of them had been talking about this trip ever since the beginning of the year. Katie ran to her room to pick up her bags that she had already packed the night before. When she got to the room, her two friends were already there waiting for her. "Hurry up!" they told her "Lets Go!". Soon, all the bags were packed and loaded into her friends brand new convertible. An "early graduation gift" her parents had called it. They looked over the road map and and decided the best route to follow. They lived in Southern Colorado and were planning to make it to LA by tomorrow night. But tonight, they planned to spend the night in Vegas. Katie had never been out West  before, and she often thought of what it would be like to swim in the ocean and lie on the sandy beaches. The three drove all day and finally just as the sun was almost completely lost over the horizon, they could see the soft glow of all the lights in Vegas. They got to their hotel and checked into the room. On the bed, they found three tiny bottles of rum, a gift from the hotel. They all said cheers and took the shots, the first of many more to come. As the night wore on, the three friends continued to party it up. The next morning, Katie awoke in her room, unsure of where she was. As the events of the night began to come back to her, she couldn't help but chuckle. What a great night it had been. She got up, showered, and decided to join her friends for breakfast downstairs. She could smell the delicious fumes of breakfast cooking as she rode down the elevator. When she got there her friends sat at a table, already half way through with their meal. Katie ate her breakfast quickly, and one hour later they were back on the road. They were on schedule to make it to LA by tonight, to begin their well deseved break.

My Room

This room is a mess. There are clothes all over the floor. The bed is not made. It is freezing cold in here. I can see my breath in here. Do I dare go in further? There is an over flowing garbage can in the corner. There are stacks of papers and dolar bills scattered all over the top of the dresser that has little clothing in it. Looking under the bed, I can't seem to find the floor. As I open the closet door, I'm wondering how I am going to shut it, its is stuffed full with boxes and boxes. It's like this person has never unpacked since the last time he moved. I go back to the unmade bed and realize why its so cold. There is a steady draft of frigid air flowing underneath the window. In an effort to stop it, there is duct tape lined on the window. I'm glad this isn't my room.

Silly Putty Poem

Silly Putty, Silly Putty

You are so fun and silly

They make you in Philly

And sell you in Chile

You come in an egg

Your color is red

Your amazing and awesome

And thats all to be said.