#i like him and tjaden a lot

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Where is the love for Haie Westhus from All Quiet On The Western Front tho :(

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•AT YOUR AID•

Part 5

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A sudden darkness settled over the camp, the true nature of winter coming round.

The mud rested hard no more harsh sludge through the grass was glazed with a thick white coat of frost and the trees were dressed with small flakes of snow.

The whole camp yet covered in a white layer was still so dark.

You quickly scurried past the square, rushing to get more water. Although the of patients seemed to calm down, there was still so much to clean and so many who were thirsty.

You walked across the square hearing a shouts and laughter a few men clicking round a ball in the distance, you grinned at the child like moment before returning to fill up the bucket.

You pulled hard the leaver the water coming out in spall burst while spraying the bottom of your dress, you paused for a moment holding your hands on your hip catching a breath.

You l went to go back to pulling, but another pair of hands grabbed the pump handle and began to pull down, the sudden appearance made you turn your head, and you saw the familiar thick browed face of Tjaden.

“You can’t even pump water.” He smiled, shaking his head.

“Good morning to you too, Tjaden.” You sarcastically bid him hello.

“Good morning Y/N” he continued to pull down on the leaver, staring down at the nearly full bucket before deciding to stop.

“Thank you.” You smiled before beginning to pick up the two full buckets, nearly tripling at weight of them.

“Here.” Tjaden grabbed one from your hand, going to go for the other, but being stopped by your body turning away.

“I can at least carry one.” you defended yourself, making the man chuckle.

The pair of you walked to the medical hall, a comfortable silence between the two of you. Before finally reaching the hall, you bid Tjaden a thank-yous and goodbye, watching the man walk away in a huff.

“Who is that ?” you jumped at the sudden voice behind you.

“Bessie.” You held your hand on your chest as the sudden scare.

“So ?” She quizzed you, her brows rising as wrote down on a piece of paper.

“Just a soldier who helped me carry a bucket.” You mutter, picking up the buckets, struggling to stay balanced.

“Hmmm what about the other solider ?.” Bessie walked beside you.

“What over solider ?” You raised your brows, looking at the red head beside you.

“The tallish one you’re always with.” She huffed, placing her pen and paper to her side.

“I’m not always with him.” You shook your head, readjusting your grip on the bucket handles.

“You are, and I know you are, I saw him waiting for you the other day.” She informed, making you quietly laugh.

“And Elizabeth said that she saw the two of you alone at night when she was finishing her shift.” Bessie explained making you stop.

“And why are you all of a sudden listening to Elizabeth.” You replied, staring at the red head.

“I’m not, but a lot of the other nurses are. I…. I’d just be careful if I was you. They assume the worst and gossip, well, gossip spreads fast.” She shrugged. 

“And if you will indulge in pleasure with this man, I’d suggest you stop before something happens” she quickly stated before walking away, leaving you stood alone.

“Unbelievable” you muttered to yourself, pacing through the hall.

Your shift was long and gruelling, as usual, the tiresome ache of your limbs never seemed to leave no matter how hard you tried to rest.

You were ready to leave, but before you could, a stern voice requested that you go get more water to fill up the buckets, so the night nurse didn’t have to you were reluctant to agree, but as you stared around the room at the laying soldiers you grabbed the empty buckets and began your travels to the water pump once more.

You walked outside, the cold air nipping at your cover skin, you had your head down as you thought to yourself about anything but where you were.

The days here only got longer and worse, only more people died from other or their own hands. The bright smile you once wore on your face the first day you arrived her had now turned into a constant frown. The hard ground below you did nothing to ease the aching pain in your feet and the frozen water pump would do nothing but make your job harder, you thought as you began to try to pull the pump down.

After so many times, you had filled the two buckets, not easy work but better than holding down a man and trying to drown out his screams.

You picked the two buckets up, your body wobbling once more due to the weight you continued with your head down, your eyes trailing the frosted mud and all the patterns it held your mind to occupied you fail to notice the incoming body.

“Watch where you fu-“ you stopped your curse mid-way through, looking up to meet the person's eyes.

His eyes squinted at you as he titled his head, ignoring the massive spill of water on both your clothes.

“Kat.” You sheepishly smiled before placing down your bucket, trying to remove the already sticking fabric from your body.

“I’m sorry.” You looked over at him, seeing the sudden wetness of his uniform.

He just shook his head before grabbing the half empty bucket, walking back over to the pump.

You turned round and watched the man as he pulled down on the leaver, so effortlessly his hands held on the rough roof of his hands gripped the metal and his arms were curled allowing you to see the outline of his bicep as your mind drifted to what it would feel like to be held in them maybe even held down by the-.

You shook your head as the man turned his head to look at you. Your cheeks deepened in a red colour and your body stood awkwardly looking away from his form. His eyes travelled down, scanning over the wetness of your uniform made the outline of your thighs visible as the fabric clung to your hips, he looked back up to your face, your eyes on his.

He cleared his throat, pushing the pump once more before looking down and realising the bucket had over flown the past few pumps ago

He grabbed the bucket from the floor, walking over to you before picking up the over which rested below your feet and walking away towards the hall.

You stood for a moment watching his tall muscular figure walk past you, your eyes always watching his back. You continued to watch as he walked away, realising you were now just standing alone.

You quickly joked and caught up to the man before he reached the hall.

“Thank you, I’ll take them in.” You stopped him, grabbing a bucket from his hands.

“I may swell, carry them further.” He stood over you as your hand rested on his chest.

“No, really, Kat, I’ll take them in.” You looked up at him, hoping he’d give up and just let you do it yourself.

He questioned your words but was too late to respond as you gently took the bucket from his hands and walked away, leaving him standing in the hall with only one bucket.

He heard your sweet voice call out some nurse before you quickly ran back round for the other bucket. Your hands caressed his as you took the other one from him, smiling lightly before leaving again, only to return a few moments later.

“Thank you again.” You bowed your head slightly.

“It’s fine.” His brows were slightly furrowed as he stared down at you, his eyes drifted down to your lips before he began to walk away.

“Kat” you once again caught up to the man, his head turned to the side looking at you waiting for your next words.

“I have towels in my barrack.” You simply stated, hoping he’d understand.

“Do you ?” He light smiled, your words sounding like some pickup line from before the war.

“Yes.” You simply nodded back, making the both of you quickly walk to the small hut.

He once again stood outside, the dark and emptiness of your room compared to his full and noisy barrack was refreshing.

“Quick.” You motioned the man in, wanting no one to see you. He followed your orders, shaking his head lightly as he stepped through the door.

“Sorry again.” You quickly walked over to your lamp, lighting it, which allowed you to finally see. You walked back and forth finding the towels, trying to remember where you’d left them. 

Kat watched as your body paced, his eyes always drifting to your thighs and hips and them back to your face.

“One moment.” You muttered, kneeling down to search through the boxes of stuff. Kat's eyes wandered back over to you, the new position you were in made him cover his mouth.

Kat stared at your body, the curve your back made as you pushed your self forward, your arse resting in your legs as your hair now slowly becoming undone from your frantic movements. You turned to him holding up the towels, and he swore you caught him, but the forgiving smile on your face made him think different.

You turned to face the man who stood a few meters behind you. His hat now rested on his belt underneath his large hands and his stance so demanding. You looked up from your position and his eyes stared down at you for a moment went before you quickly stood up, handing the towel over to him.

He slowly grabbed it from your hands, patting himself down, knowing the towel would do next nowt, but he could help smirk at your kindness.

“What ?” You questioned the man’s sudden smile.

“Nothing.” He smile grew slightly as he continued his poor attempt of drying himself.

“What is it ?” You kept pushing for an answer.

“Nothing.” He smiled more, “it’s just this-this situation sounds a lot like a type you would, and I’m not saying this is what you're doing, but a type of situation you would use to pick someone up.” He grinned, looking up at you, his words making your eyes roll and your lips smile.

“Does it ?” You looked at the man.

“Yeah.” He stopped patting himself down, a light smile on his face.

“The nurses already think that we’re well-you know.” You spoke without thinking.

“What ?” Kat asked, playing dumb, wanting to hear the words come out your mouth.

“You know.” You repeated staring up at the man.

“Oh.” His brows furrowed at your words, a moment of silence passed between the two as you continued to dry yourself down, which you now realised was doing nothing, but Kat's eyes stayed on you. Watching you

“You wouldn’t just walk into a stranger's barrack, you know.” You spoke up, trying to break the silence.

“Why ?” He nodded his head, waiting for your response.

“Because they could be anyone.” You muttered, your eyes focusing on patting down your body. 

“You shouldn’t invite strangers into your barracks.” He dropped the towel which he held in his hands, the noise of it making you look up at him.

“I don’t.” You noticed his body walking close to yours.

“So I’m the only one ?” He questioned still walking, making you step back until your body hit the wall.

“Yes.” You breathed out, your eyes wide at the man who stood looming over you. His eyes trailed down your face as your lips slightly parted as though you’re waiting for him.

“Kat.” You spoke, your voice like a whisper.

He ducked his head, his lips meeting yours the warmth of his large body pressed against you, leaving you stuck between the wooden wall and him as his lips started at your mouth, slowly making their way down your neck before undoing your buttons slowly and painfully finding his way to your collarbone.

You moaned at the sudden sensation of the man of his hands grouping your waist your pants of hot breath edged him further, and they eventually found your hips, his hands needing at your skin.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, gently pulling at his hair as he kept kissing your body. You stared down at the man who continued to undo your top buttons, his mouth getting closer and closer to your breasts.

“I’m not- I’ve never.” You breathed he sweet kisses stopped, and he finally looked up at you, his hands stopping and moving away as though he was disgusted at that moment, making you want to cover yourself up entirely.

“Sorry.” You breathed out, staring at the ground, but shortly after your face was lifted by Kats fingers tilting your head up to face his your lips were parted as his thumb slowly stroked your jaw.

His lips sweetly touched yours, his kiss a lot softer this time, as though he wanted to preserve it.

“It’s okay.” He continued to kiss your head with light, peppery kisses.

“Kat…” You held your hands on his chest and before long, he pulled his face away from yours, staring at your sadden expression.

Did he not want you ? Were you not up to his standards? Plenty of thoughts rushed through your head as the man in-front studied your face, your head began to turn to the side, feeling too nervous to stay under his gaze. His hand redirected your face to his again.

His thumb moved from your jaw to your bottom lip, his thumb dragging down on it as though it was his to play with.

“I’ll see you soon.” He spoke, his voice deep and his stare still on your lips before making his eyes find yours, waiting for a response.

The only one you found was a slow nod.

He quickly placed his hat on, leaving you stood against your wall as he left your barrack without a word more. His wide, muscular back and shoulders were the last thing you saw.

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*Authors note*

I may rewrite this chapter soon as I feel like it’s a little rushed hope you all enjoy it so far 🧎‍♀️.

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Wow.

All Quiet on the Western Front '30 was really impressive I'm ngl there were a lot of scenes where I was like "Damn this is even better than the others one and this was made in fuckin' 1930" and like Paul??? Help??? Lew Ayres' Paul is genuinely so goofy and adorable?? He was so cute istg and he seems so huggable I loved him This interpretation of Tjaden has to be my favourite hands-down. I'm not sure why, I just love how in-depth with him they got, since the other two movies don't really explore him much- also, He looks like how I'd imagine Tjaden- so it's just perfect. It was good though!! My favourite is still the 1979 film but like this is a jem. A couple things that put me off is the unenthusiastic acting in some parts, or sometimes Paul would be way too happy over something terrible, and I kept fucking laughing at some of the absolutely wild facial expressions everyone would make, AND HAMACHER WAS SO FUNNY AND FOR WHAT I WAS CRYING DURING THE ALBERT HOSPITAL SCENE AND THIS FUNKER IS LIKE "Nope! You still got legs! look! 1! 2! AHAHAHAH!" The fact Kemmerich and Albert are blonde kills me though idk why but it's so funny and why did they make Muller such an asshole also... it's very... Brutal. It was really good though and I cried so overall?? A very solid 10/10.

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Character Changes in the 2022 Movie

So I’m pretty sure Ludwig Behm in the 2022 movie wasn’t in the book and was based off of Joseph Behm in the book. They both have the same glasses and last names. Also they both are the first to die among Paul’s friends. However Joseph never wanted to enlist unlike Ludwig and gets blinded and killed in no man’s land. Both of them are pretty similar in the end and make me and Paul feel very sad. :(

Tjaden’s character change is definitely the more noticeable as book Tjaden is a lot younger. He is Paul’s age but they were not school mates. He’s known in the book for being a big eater who loves food more than anything yet still manages to be as skinny as rake (He reminded me of Sasha from aot). He is laid back and humorous and so is the older Tjaden at times. Both also have serious sides as Tjaden is able to give a very insightful answers that explain the futility of war but he hides it under his usual comedy.

2022 Tjaden borrows parts of his character from Haie Westhus from the book. Haie was a peat digger the same age as Paul who loathes the job. This makes him want to be a military officer like Tjaden after the war. He dies when his back is injured fatally. 2022 Tjaden dies from a way that is inspired from the book. There is another injured soldier in the Catholic hospital Paul goes to, who attempts suicide with a fork after he learns that his leg had been lost. Unlike Tjaden he was stopped in time.

I didn’t think that I would like the older Tjaden very much because he was too unfamiliar but I enjoyed his character greatly. I loved seeing Kat have a friend his age and the actors chemistry was really good. His last scenes with Paul made me sob. He later felt like a natural addition despite me being a little weirded out at first and I feel bad not knowing that this version of Tjaden doesn’t exist in most forms of All Quiet on the Western Front.

[servetolive]

Cleno babies AU

I feel like listing out my HCs of HH-version Cloud and Reno's 8 kids. one of those AU of an AU things. purely for my own enjoyment.

1. Sena, F, blonde hair with Reno's bone structure. Adopted by Reno's half-sibling to live in Cosmo. Native/Tribal dancer and crafter. Dreams of getting happily married and having lots of babies, like her parents. Eats simple tribal food, but always weak for ice cream. Plus-sized queen.

2. Charisma "Rizzy," F, long blonde hair and blue eyes like Cloud, but ill-tempered like Reno. Likes older men and makeup. Collects designer trinkets. Wants a sugar daddy. Fights with her mom all the time about literally everything, particularly her choice in clothes. Likes bread but complains about how fat it makes her

3. King, M, Reno's crown prince. Identical to Reno; reserved, quiet and bitchy like Cloud. Wants to be a SOLDIER (to the disapproval of his parents). Doesn't get along with Reno. Insecure, closeted, shy gay. Almost nothing makes him laugh. Likes spaghetti, like, literally any variation.

4. Deja, F, long brown hair and green eyes. Extremely sweet and the only "normal" child. Wants to work in the medical profession. Adores her #5 sibling. Asexual and thinks there's something wrong with her. (Cloud and Reno are secretly relieved) Reno's little princess. Always gives her candy to her younger siblings. Likes everything, as long as it's made with love 💞💕💗💖

5. Riot, M, Cloud's little twin. Wild blonde hair and big blue eyes. The most beautiful. Autistic and non-verbal. Inherited Reno's lightning elemental powers. Total mama's boy. A skilled carpenter. Has a mouthfeel thing for spongy foods.

6. Luka, M, 1/2 of a set of fraternal twins. Wheelchair bound. Has cerebral palsy. Looks and behaves exactly like Reno. Mean as fuck. Wants to be a white collar criminal. Fluent in sign language. 100% ladies'/boys' man. Sweet tooth for anything with peanut butter.

7. Tjaden, M, 2/2 of the twins. Tall and muscular with brown hair, not very bright, but a very sweet lad. The muscle. Dedicated to his twin. Works out with him constantly. Eats a lot of cutlets. "food over hoes"

8. Kiefer, F, Cloud's second mirror. Preemie. Petite, blonde ballerina. Follows in Cloud's footsteps to become a famed beauty and sex worker in the video industry. Likes to inline skate and wear giant neon or pastel bows in her hair. Favors jelly beans, even the black ones. Wears braces. Gives her allowance away to poor kids. Vows to not rely on her parents' wealth.

All of them are absolutely spoiled to shit.

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Let's get back to The Books™

This time:

All Quiet on the Western Front

Stats:

Author: Erich Maria Remarque

Age group: adults

Genre: war novel

Pages: 200

Warning: This is a book that is to be taken serious. It is fiction, though it contains graphic depictions of violence and traumatic events that to some degree happened (especially on the battlefield) during WW1, as it is meant to show the reality of a soldier's experience.

Note from the author:

The screencap reads: "This book is neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will simply try to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped its shells, were destroyed by the war."

Blurb:

In "All Quiet on the Western Front", the protagonist describes his and his friends' "everyday life" at the Front. Quotation marks, because emotional numbness due to constant fear, stress, and trauma can neither be called "everyday" nor "life". There are many parts in the book in which Paul Bäumer (and sometimes his friends, too) realizes these kinds of things.

This is what the author lets Paul think and the other characters talk about:

Who benefits from war if not the soldiers who die for it?

Do animals belong in war?

How can people talk of honor and duty when all the soldiers experience is death and destruction?

How does war change a person?

What will become of the soldiers who do not find back into their normal life?

What happens to the soldiers' youth?

Is it insensitive to ask a dying friend to give you their boots because they will be of more use to you than to him?

If both sides of the war believe to be in the right, then who is really?

Those are some heavy questions. But instead of listing them and answering them one by one like with a test at school, Remarque answers them through his characters, in a way that actual people would talk and think. It all stays very real and sober throughout the book, which makes some passages outright scary.

The writing:

The reader is tied to the book, even though there are no typical cliffhangers, suspense-building devices or other things of that sort. That what keeps you reading is a fluent narration with varying sentence structure and phrasing that fits the situation.

The author uses big words for big emotions. The language stays collected and sober when nothing happens and then suddenly the words hit as hard as the grenades that drive the soldiers into madness.

There is a lot of suspense, but there are a few scenes in which the characters (and therefore the reader, too) get to take a break from it. In those scenes, the focus lies on emotions, and thinking, and looking back on things that happened.

One scene right at the beginning is about someone dying in the field hospital. Usually, the death of an unknown character does not have the same impact on the reader as a character dying that we "know". However, Remarque manages to make this scene so heart-wrenching that it is just as bad.

Also: the book does not glorify. When someone dies, they die, and it is horrible. There are no heroes — characters that went through a lot and are still going are not made to look good; in fact, it is emphasized that none of them are particularly strong but that they are all broken.

Quotes from the book:

"Before he died he handed over his pocket-book to me, and bequeathed me his boots— the same that he once inherited from Kemmerich. I wear them, for they fit me quite well. After me Tjaden will get them, I have promised them to him."

"The shelling is stronger than everything. It wipes out the sensibilities, I merely crawl still farther under the coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it."

"We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial — I believe, we are lost."

"We sing. Behind us shells are sending up fountains from the now utterly abandoned village."

"Crouching like cats we run on, overwhelmed by this wave that bears us along, that fills us with ferocity, turns us into thugs, into murderers, into God only knows what devils; this wave that multiples our strength with fear and madness and greed for life, seeking and fighting for nothing but our deliverance. If your own father came over with them you would not hesitate to fling a bomb at him."

"We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces."

"Stacked up against its [the school-house's] longer side is a high double wall of yellow, unpolished, brand-new coffins. [...] 'That's a good preparation for the offensive', says Müller astonished. 'They're for us', growls Detering."

Sorry if some of the quotes are too long, but the book is full of sentences like these.

There are also two (?) films about it. I recommend the one from 1979 (main actor Richard Thomas) because this is the one I have watched and it is almost exactly like the book; you even recognize the dialogue from the respective scenes in the book. Here again the warning: it is violent (even though the minimum age to watch is 12). Don't feel like you have to watch it because of solidarity to the victims of war or anything, you can inform yourself in other ways. :)

[morbid-n-macabre]

Mountain City, Tennessee

2005-

For a lot of people social media simply enhances their lives, they don't take it too personally; Jenelle Potter was not one of those people. She didn't have any sort of a life at all outside of social media, meaning Facebook was her entire world. Jenelle was a grown woman of thirty still living with her domineering parents, Barbara and Marvin "Buddy" Potter, who still treated their daughter like she was 10. That's not just a random number, 8 - 10 years of age was what Barbara and Buddy told everyone their daughter's mental capacity was. Jenelle did not drive, she didn't hold any sort of a job nor any real responsibilities; the woman was treated as a small child, complete with a set bed time and all.

When Jenelle met Tracy Greenwell, a young woman who worked at the local pharmacy which the Potters frequented to fill Jenelle's diabetes medications in 2009, Tracy took pity on the sad shut-in. In Jenelle she saw a lonely young woman and Tracy took it upon herself to include Jenelle in her own group of friends; her biggest mistake was introducing this woman to her brother, 36 year old Billy Payne. Soft hearted like his sister, Billy decided to take this girl under his wing, he even took Jenelle rock climbing and to the county fair. But you know that old saying: no good deed goes unpunished. Though the man of her dreams always kept the friendship platonic and did his best not to send out the wrong signals, Jenelle fell hopelessly in love.

When Billy first began seeing 23 year old Billie Jean Hayworth, he still did his best to include his female pal in his life; this wasn't an easy feat as Jenelle was mighty jealous. Though she had, without her parent's knowledge, been dating Billy's cousin, Jamie Curd, Jenelle was still fixated on the man who had been so kind to her. Jenelle felt that Billy was hers before Billie Jean showed up; she treated the woman she deemed to be her adversary like dirt! When Billie Jean came up pregnant, Billy did what most honorable men would do: he realized it was time to put an end to his friendship with a woman who refused to respect the mother of his unborn child.

Billy was so happy with his beautiful new life; he and Billie Jean became engaged, moved in together, and soon they were blessed with a perfect baby boy named Tyler. The young couple dreamed of a wonderful future as a family, a dream which they would never be allowed to fulfill. While the happy New family were living in bliss, Jenelle was beside herself; she was obsessing, and she was plotting.

Sometime during Billie Jean's pregnancy Jenelle began to complain that she was being cyber stalked, threatened, and harassed. At one point a stone was found in the Potters yard; on this stone were written the names Billy Payne and Billie Jean, the pair who Jenelle claimed to be behind the hate campaign against her. In turn, Jenelle's online pals began leaving threatening messages for Billy and Billie Jean. There had been so much tension between Billie Jean and Jenelle that the real life group of friends who had recently taken her under their wing completely stopped talking to her; Jenelle was alone with her parents again. Just one person remained by her side: Billy's cousin, Jamie Curd.

Throughout all of this drama, Billy and Billie Jean had kept Jenelle on their Facebook friend's list, until this point. It was finally just too much drama for the happy couple; Jenelle was now unfriended. This was absolutely catastrophic for Jenelle, and she had no intention of letting anyone move on with their lives! Sadly Billy, Billie Jean, nor their friends had any inking that they were in danger; why would they? Jenelle seemed physically harmless, at best she could inspire some hate from strangers via the interwebs. The happy couple believed they were strong enough to weather Jenelle's storm; sadly, they were dead wrong.

When Jenelle's cyber stalking began, a man who identified himself as Chris came out of the woodwork; he began writing to Jenelle's mom, Barbara, online. Chris claimed to have known Jenelle from school, and he was now a CIA agent. Though Barbara could not remember ever meeting this strange man in person, the two became fast friends; they grew so incredibly close that Barbara began to refer to Chris as her son. Chris was supposedly keeping an eye on Billie Jean and her friends, and he was growing more concerned by the day; Jenelle was in imminent danger. He stated that the happy couple had been abusing hard drugs, Billie was a known sex worker, and they planned to kidnap and rape Jenelle because she was a virgin and she was so very pretty. If all of this weren't bad enough, Chris claimed to have proof that this evil couple were planning to cut off Jenelle's beautiful head! Upon hearing this, Barbara panicked; Buddy, Jenelle's Marine corps Vietnam veteran father who had some serious health issues, was brought into the conversation.

Now, if you're a parent you can probably imagine how Barbara and Buddy felt after learning that that there was a plan to kidnap, rape, murder, and decapitate their mentally challenged daughter; it must've been sheer panic! Most of us would be livid, but as adults we would probably still run to the police right away; Buddy and Barbara didn't do that. They were told by CIA Chris that time was running out: if they wanted to save their sweet, innocent daughter's life, they had to act right away! At this point Jenelle's close friend, Jamie, was brought into the fold; the white knights who loved Jenelle quickly formulated a plan to save her.

In the early morning hours of January 31st of 2012, Buddy and Jamie entered Billie Jean and Billy's home. Billy was shot on the head and his throat was slashed as he lay in bed; Billie Jean was shot in the face while holding her infant son on the couch. Baby Tyler was not harmed, but he was left alone in the home with his murdered parents, covered in his Mama's blood. Just before fleeing, Jamie planted drug paraphernalia at the scene in hopes of throwing the investigation off. It was several hours before the corpses were discovered, and the poor baby was rescued from his dead Mama's arms.

Since everyone in town knew of the ongoing war between Billy, Billie Jean, and Jenelle, of course she was an immediate person of interest. Not that anyone believed the childlike 30 year old was capable of anything like this, but police still had to question her; maybe she knew something that could lead them to their killer. Investigators visited the Potters home for a quick interview; Jenelle and her parents claimed they knew nothing of what had happened to the murdered couple, only that they had been harassing Jenelle because they were jealous of her beauty. The family played it cool, and it's very likely they would've gotten away with it all, were it not for Jamie.

Upon hearing through the grapevine that Jamie had been dating Jenelle, the man was brought in for questioning by police. Now Jamie was not an accomplished liar; he failed a polygraph test, and soon confessed. He admitted to entering the victim's home with Buddy Potter; Buddy had been the one who slashed Billy's throat then shot both the man and woman in the face. According to Jamie, he was merely guilty of planted drugs at the scene to throw the investigation off. Once Billy and Billie Jean were good and dead, the two men left their victim's baby alone with his murdered parents. Buddy, who police had originally believed to be physically incapable of committing the crime due to a myriad of health issues, was brought in for questioning. A few hours later he placed a phone call to his wife in which he admitted, "I did it". Even now still had no clue exactly what they were dealing with, or how strange this case would become; not until Jamie asked if the CIA was there to talk with him yet. Police were taken aback; why in the world would the CIA be involved in a small town murder case like this? Then Jamie dropped a bombshell: the double murder had been completely planned out by a CIA agent named Chris.

Upon a search of the Potter home police seized many items, including the family computer and Buddy's truck. In the bed of said truck were hundreds of papers which had been shredded up and thrown in a trash bag; these papers contained printed conversations between the Potters and CIA Chris. But who exactly was this Chris guy? Investigators tracked down a man named Chris Tjaden who had gone to school with Jenelle; this Chris was not a government agent, but a police officer. Though the mysterious CIA Chris had used all of Chris Tjaden's photos as his own, the officer was completely unaware of the situation; matter of fact, he barely even remembered a Jenelle from high school! It was obvious that someone had been impersonating this officer online. When investigators began looking at the Potter family's computers, lo and behold, they discovered CIA Chris's messages had been sent from Jenelle's IP address, and she'd contacted this man by writing to her very own email address! But that's not all they found: remember all of that harassment which Jenelle had suffered through, all of those threatening messages sent by Billie Jean and her friends? Every bit of it had been sent by Jenelle to make her look like a victim! And all those messages which Billie Jean had been receiving from Jenelle's online friends? Every single one of them had been sent from Jenelle's computer as well. Jenelle had created dozens upon dozens of false profiles; she spent a good deal of her life pretending to be fake people, and creating a feud in which no one besides herself truly partook in. Upon feeling slighted by Billy, Jenelle had come up with a plan to get even; this plan included catfishing her very own mother! She invented lies about her targets, and began harassing herself to make it look like she was being victimized. In one online message Jenelle, using a different name, wrote, “F*ck you and Bill and your f*cking so-called little baby. F*ck them. I hope they die, die, die, and that baby”. Jenelle mentioned baby Taylor's death quite often, she wanted this innocent baby dead. Jenelle was really nothing but a master manipulator.

Upon her arrest, Jenelle just couldn't comprehend why she was in trouble. She didn't personally kill anyone, how could she possibly be held criminally responsible? Jenelle had truly believed that she could trick everyone who loved her into committing cold blooded murder, they'd pay the price, and she would walk away scott free! Thankfully the law saw things differently.

Jamie took a plea deal: in exchange for his testimony against Buddy, he received 25 years; Buddy was given two life sentences. Jenelle and her mother Barbara both loudly proclaimed their innocence; they seemed to believe they could manipulate their way out of their legal trouble. Barbara swore that she would not lie for anyone's sake, not even her daughter's! Jenelle's defense was that it would've been impossible for her to mastermind this sort of a crime with her 4th grader mentality; she continued to claim that she'd truly suffered bullying by scores of people online, and that CIA Chris was really real! When it was mentioned that she'd been not only receiving messages from but also contacting CIA Chris by sending messages too very own email address, Jenelle retorted that this was possible because CIA Chris had continuously hacked her account no matter how many times she changed the password. When it was proven that the real Chris was not involved in the scenario at all, Jenelle said she wasn't sure of CIA Chris's true identity, but that she had a good feeling it was someone she'd attended school with him. It was all so far fetched, and the jury saw right through it. Jenelle and her mother are both serving 2 concurrent life sentences for 1st degree murder and conspiracy to commit 1st degree murder. Jenelle will be 80 years of age when she is finally up for parole.

*About the drugs which Jamie planted at the scene, I read that in a book years ago. I wanna say that it was a crack pipe left on the porch. Though I definitely remember reading about it, I can not find a citation to back this up; please take that fact with a grain of salt.

There is another player in this scenario, though very distant she may hold some insight: Jenelle's estranged sister, Christie Groover. Christie says that her sister was always socially awkward. Their parents forced her to make friends, but they were forever going on about how "different" Jenelle had been. Christie got the hell out of Dodge more than a decade before the murders, and she completely cut her family off. After losing all control of Christie, mother likely began to focus all of her attention on the other daughter. To say that Barbara was over protective would be an understatement; by treating Jenelle like a 10 year old forever, she would always have control. The spoiled Jenelle was never going to abandon her parents. When someone threatened to take away the only child they had left, Barbara and Buddy flipped; Buddy did the unthinkable. That's my take on it anyhow.

Oh. And baby Taylor is being raised by his parent's family, he's reportedly doing very well.

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Paper代写：War Can Bring Out the Best

本篇paper代写- War Can Bring Out the Best讨论了战争能带来的好结果。战争能真正激发出人们最好的一面，因为它能在这些年轻士兵之间建立起牢固的同志情谊和深厚的友谊，让这些年轻士兵之间的关爱、人性和相互依赖。另外，在战争中，还可以消除一系列的差别，包括阶级划分。虽然战争能激发人们最好的一面，但考虑到战争的严重危害，最好还是要避免战争。本篇paper代写由51due代写平台整理，供大家参考阅读。

​Introduction

It is known to us that war can bring out the worst in us and it has really caused various detrimental effects on the vast majority of people over the history. And the influence of war is so serious that many soldiers still have postwar shadows even long after the end of the war. However, war can as well bring out the best in us, which can be readily detected from Erich Maria Remarque’s novel titled All Quiet on the Western Front. This novel has explored comradeship in a ravishing way, during which Paul’s friendship with his fellow soldiers has been well delivered. War can really bring out the best in people in that it can help create strong comradeship and deep friendship among those young soldiers, which can be embodied via the below three aspects: the formation of the extraordinarily strong bond between these young men; the caring, humanity and reliance on one another among those young soldiers; the erasing of a series of distinctions including the class divisions.

War Can Bring Out the Best

First and foremost, war has helped create an extraordinarily strong bond between these young men that peace never could. As a matter of fact, camaraderie plays a part in relieving the horrible descriptions of front line death and assaults and it as well supplies a bright light to a place with nonstop darkness. Detailed speaking, a young soldier is afraid of guns when he firstly engages himself on the battlefield when there are explosions and a rocket fire in Chapter 4. As a result, he searches for a shelter to Paul and buries his head in the chest and arms of Paul. And Paul gently and kindly comforts him that he will soon get accustomed to it sooner or later. Based on this, camaraderie can be easily imagined; otherwise there won’t be such intimacy between this young recruit and Paul. Apart from that, Paul and his friends waylay Himmelstoss and beat on him, which can show that Paul and his friends stand by one another and they would like to fight against their common enemies. It is known to us that Himmelstoss deserves it and Paul and his friends are just giving him his due.

Actually, these young men are comrades-in-arms and they are more intimate than family members or even lovers. The rationale why such intense bond between them can be formed lies in that they have together endured unimaginable sufferings and seen unspeakable horrors, which are all issues that can never be shared with those who do not have war experiences. They can understand one another better because they are going through the same journey. What the comrades mean to Paul can be found in the sentence that “I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong” (). Also, what has to be pointed out is that the death of one soldier will naturally induce a powerful emotional reaction among the other soldiers. However, grief is too much for these battle-hardened soldiers to suffer in that they are unable to mourn their fallen friends properly in addition to the outbursts of rage and sorrow (Cristina Pividori. 2017). With the development of this novel, we can know that Paul becomes increasingly numb to the losses of other soldiers so that he unconsciously emphasizes more on his relationship with Kat. Therefore he continues to fight with the accompanying of Kat and Kat becomes his closest friend at last. But he turns to have no will to survive after the death of Kat and he even accepts and welcomes his own death in the end of the novel. Without his comrade-in-arms Kat, he is without the will to live, which can as well help suggest how the bond is between these young soldiers.

Moreover, Paul’s friendship with Kat is another relationship worth exploring when the idea that war can bring out the best would like to be better illustrated, which can perfectly imply caring, humanity and reliance. The most impressive one is the scene with the goose dinner. In Chapter 5, Kat and Paul have got a goose and they are cooking it in the late night. Paul says. “We don’t talk much, but I believe we have a more complete communion with one another than even lovers have” (), which indicates that they would definitely live or die together and their communion is so complete that it is more complete than the lovers have. In the meantime, it can directly bring Paul peace and reassurance when he hears Kat’s voice and sees Kat roasting the goose nearby. In the mind of Paul, Kat is not only a friend of his own anymore but that Kat has actually become a father-figure for Paul.

Besides, the comradeship of this group of young men can be easily found in both the scenes of battle and the scenes of rest over and over again. Maybe Paul really counts their losses at many different aspects, but he still deems their attempts and close relationship to make them stay together to offer help to each other. Just take the scene in which Paul is trapped in Chapter 9 as an example. In Chapter 9, Paul loses his direction and his nerve and he is afraid of his death when he is alone in the trench. However, the voices his comrades immediately lead Paul to regain his nerve and what his friends say are “I belong to them and they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life; we are nearer than lovers, in a simpler, a harder way; I could bury my face in them in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me” (). Taking the fact that his friends’ voices can quickly make Paul regain his nerve into consideration, there is no doubt that these young men have absolutely become the soul-mates of one another. Or maybe it can be put in another way that there is grace here at the same time and the grace appears when those soldiers get clear about their humanity and their reliance on other soldiers when they are confronted with hopelessness and all sorrow. But what is a pity to say is that Kat is so important to Paul that Kat’s death really hurts Paul a lot in Chapter 11. The more detailed condition is that Kat’s death is so final and so overwhelming to Paul and we do not hear his reaction at all. What we can only see is that he breaks down in the face of it and the loss of Kat is really too much for him to stand or accept. It is rather hard to imagine how it will be when you lose one that is closer than your own blood relatives, which is right what Paul experiences when he loses Kat in the end. Kat’s death represents the crashing down of Paul’s world.

Last but not the least, war has erased a series of distinctions, like the class divisions. In this novel, a fair knowledge can be obtained that these young men choose to hold each other up all the time no matter what happens, through battle and rest, hopelessness and horror, think and thin, etc. and without taking any regard of which class they are from. Class divisions no longer matter in the front and they have to die without any difference. Young men that are well-educated, such as Paul, have to fight in the battlefield and even die for it, which is the same as peasants including Detering (Sandra De La Torre. 2013). To put it more specifically, war has made Paul a totally different person after undergoing too many losses of other soldiers and what he cares about is the survival of himself and other soldiers. Due to the formation of comradeship, these soldiers have cultivated altruism to help them adjust and survive throughout the war and they also trust and cooperate with one other. The sentence “Kropp divides a cigarette and hands me half. Tjaden gives an account of his..broad-beans and bacon.. Kat appears.. he has two loaves of bread under his arm and bloodstained sandbag full of horse-flesh in his hand” () shows that that these soldiers learn to help one another and they perceive the importance of mutual help in that each and every one have their own unique and special skills and talents. The divisions between them are just nothing when compared with their survival.

Conclusion

To sum up, a reasonable conclusion can be drawn that war can definitely bring out the best in people because it really plays an important part in creating strong comradeship and deep friendship among those young soldiers and it can be justified by the following three aspects: the formation of the extraordinarily strong bond between these young men; the caring, humanity and reliance on one another among those young soldiers; the erasing of a series of distinctions including the class divisions. Though the war can bring out the best in people, war is better to be avoided when taking the severe detrimental effects of war into account.

Works Cited

Cristina Pividori. 2017. Searching for the Happy Battalion in Times of Crisis: Fraternal Friendships and the Heroic in the Great War Memoirs of Guy and Chapman and Charles Carrington. An International Journal of the Humanities. Online available from: http://wlajournal.com/wlaarchive/28/pividori.pdf.

Erich Maria Remarque. All Quiet on the Western Front. Ballantine Books. 1987.

Sandra De La Torre. 18 December, 2013. Comrade in All Quiet on the Western Front. Online available from: https://prezi.com/s8j2odu-emg3/comradeship-in-all-quiet-on-the-western-front/.

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