Sample Essay on War and Peace

War and Peace

The onset of the Industrial Revolution that took place in Europe in early 1800 became a significant year for my great great grandparents. Although not much into politics or governance, my family was influential members of the nation attributed to their vast wealth and connection within the British ruling system. My old age family marked the year and earlier period of the 18th century as the year that saw many nations rise to the notion of accumulating wealth beyond the borders of their countries. As a long-distance trader, my great-great grandfather had amassed enough wealth to last many generations of the family. However, the looming state of war between the warring European nations such as Poland, Germany, Russia, and Ukraine came as a bad omen to the entire family of Mr. and Mrs. James. My family had to look out for a neutral ground to avoid partaking in the war. Mr. James believed in peace, avoided conflicts, and solved his misunderstanding with others as early as possible. He gradually adopted the name Mr. Peace, a name that arose out of his ability to put warring persons down and settle their disputes. He never at one time contemplated his sons joining the military nor his daughters confronting the bloody wars that became part of their way of life in the later years of 1870.

The political atmosphere became unbearable, and many families predicted a bitterly fought war that would take many years to end. As an influential member of the community, Mr. James was confronted with the task to convince key leaders of the country not to deploy troops into the war field. He believed that it would only fuel the war and spill it into the country. As young men recruited into the military and started the long journey to the war fields, my great-great grandfather opted to move south to avoid a direct involvement with the war. Blessed with five children, two girls and five boys, Mr. James retreated into a peaceful solitude life in the interior part of Cambodia, a region well known for its peaceful and communal lifestyle.

As the nations continued to fight and kill each other in the war field, my great-great grandfather continued in his newly acquired farms trying to talk out his sons and daughters against joining the military or taking part in the war. He passed away in 1899, long before the war ended. With much freedom left at their disposal, the family disintegrated, and many ran off with their siblings to greener pasture and far-flung countries. Despite many kilometers away from the war zone, my family never enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere of Europe as it was before the start of the war. My grandfather, Mr. George, migrated into the deeper lands of East Germany.

My grandfather became a prisoner of war in the early years of 1945 with the onset of the Second World War. No one has an account of exactly what became of my grandfather, although a conventional theory or explanation was that he died on his way to Berlin as a prisoner. Fear and anxiety engulfed the entire family as the days and years passed by without any news concerning his whereabouts. My uncle, Mr. King in his 20s, enrolled into the military with the key responsibility of flying injured soldiers to safety and for treatment. As Poland, Germany, and other neighboring countries fiercely fought in the war; my family attempted to flee away from Germany, a move that nearly killed them when the vehicle they were traveling in, hit a landmine and exploded. Putting the family back together became the most challenging exercise as my father abandoned his military duties towards the end of WWII to care for and look after the family. My dad, barely in his teens understood little of the war. However, according to my father, the Second World War became the worst time and part of the family’s hist