Add the following and reduce to the lowest-term

BaLLatris [955]

1. We had a flat tire, Amos was car sick, and we got lost.

2. Chris thought I hoped they will choose me for their team.

7 0

3 years ago

what argument about the role of Northern civilians is President Abraham Lincoln making in this excerpt from the Gettysburg Addre

mihalych1998 [28]

Answer:

Lincoln arguments at Gettysburg cemetery address where based on the fact that the life of those who lost their lives during the civil war must be remembered by creating a monument for them so as to remember them and be known that their death which has bought freedom as a form of sacrifice to their country.

Explanation:

President Abraham Lincoln was at National Cemetery in Gettysburg in Pennysylvania in 1863 which was the area where the Civil War battle was decided. It was the spot where the Union and the Conservatives lost their soldiers during the Civil War.

However, in his argument, President Lincoln made the following argument in support of the Northern civilians:

He suggested that the falling heroes can be remembered only when civilians build memorials for the dead.
Lincoln argued that the dead can be happy by civilians helping their families to survive.
He argued that the civilian can give the dead happiness by helping and putting more effort towards the goals they died for.
He argued that the civilians joining the army will and always give them victory.
He argued that monetary contribution by the civilian can make them win the war.
He also argued that the life of dead ones has brought about freedom in the land and that democracy which is the government of the people, by the people and for the people shall not perish.

3 0

3 years ago

In blood on the river what is Samuel‘s reaction to James death

just olya [345]

Jdnfxhbdxn Sb nsnsdnsnsnnfnsndnxnwnc

5 0

3 years ago

In 2–3 complete sentences, thoroughly explain the protagonist's main motivation or goal in your Module One short story? What doe

Dafna11 [192]

In the short story "Condensed Milk," by Russian author Varlam Shalamov (1907-1982), the protagonist appears to have two main motivations: hunger and revenge.

The protagonist's name is never revealed. He is a prisoner at a Gulag, a Russian forced-labor camp. He is sick from exhaustion and starvation, and emotionally dulled to the lack of empathy and dignity of his condition.

When another prisoner, who is treated much better than the protagonist, offers him a chance to escape, the protagonist almost immediately realizes the whole thing is a trap. He lies to the man, tells him he agrees with escaping as long as he is brought some condensed milk to eat. At this moment, hunger seems to be the main motivation:

I fell asleep and in my ragged hungry dreams saw Shestakov's can of condensed milk, a monstrous can with sky-blue label.

When he is brought two cans, the protagonist drinks their contents to only then reveal he does not intend to participate in the plan. This where we find out about his need for revenge. He knows Shestakov is a traitor:

It was, of course, a weak, worthless act of vengeance just like all my feelings.

NOTE: I know the question asks only for two or three sentences, but I found it important to add context to the answer. Feel free to edit and shorten it.

Learn more about "Condensed Milk" here:

brainly.com/question/19580378?referrer=searchResults

8 0

3 years ago

An essay on the day I'll never forget

Ierofanga [76]

Answer:

The clouds stretched across the sky and they looked so fake yet somehow they were real. That day, I wasn't feeling anything in particular perhaps, I was having mood swings. The darkness tends to cause some sort of sadness within myself and today there was no sun. No sun, just clouds that stretched all the way to China and back. They made me feel like a little person but I remembered that, it's a small world. Nobody was thinking of me at that moment yet I wasn't thinking about anyone either. I felt common, not rare, just common. It seemed that nothing I could do would ever make a change in this world we call home. A song was replaying in my head the lyrics waning in crescendo, "Roses are red, violets are blue, my heart is dead, i'm such a fool." What more could I need to feel so lost within my thoughts than being alone with them. I looked up at the roof which extended far, almost too far reminding me of why I chose to live in a mansion. Well, actually I'm not sure why I chose to live in a mansion by myself. As I thought to myself, I only conjured sad thoughts. I felt like crying but only then I would be feeling bad for myself. Rich people aren't supposed to be sad? Not like this aren't they? I wanted to believe that, be like them, everybody else but it was something that I couldn't be. Rich was just a word but It can't describe how I felt. It just described who I was in an aspect of wealth. All alone, I sat in my chair rocking back and forth looking through the isolated and strangely large circular window. Clouds among clouds among more clouds stretching a seemingly endless route. I wish I was up there so I could feel the weightlessness that I so longlessly dreamed about. The weightlessness that brought no sadness, stress, or struggles. Down here I was merely a weight on the world, being of no use to anyone or anything, maybe even a diamond in the rough but if my uniqueness showed then maybe I would actually have potential. Still, that sounded very unlikely. I couldn't honor my myself but the weightlessness of the clouds could. Above those clouds only then would I see the sun once again. How happy would I be? Eternally happy. Only the clouds could make me happy because they looked so fake yet they were real just like myself.

5 0

2 years ago