Scott Fitzgerald Experience Returning From The War

As I look out the train window, the condensation builds as thousands of people have come to celebrate our victory. Hundreds of women waved their handkerchiefs, hoping to catch our attention. The only woman I wish to see is my breathtaking Sophie. My love Sophie with long blond hair and a smile that fills your heart with warmth and love when you look at it. She is the woman I shall hope to marry: Being the only thing keeping me sane when I was gone. The thought of the one day we shall meet again gave me a reason to fight. Looking out at all the people, I could not see Sophie.

Once reunited with my beloved family, I'm soon shocked. My love has been betrothed with another for 2 years. Understand why she married being gon for so long she probably forgot what we once were. Soldiers returning to a home we are surprised to have once lived in; however, my heart is still broken. Through everything I have gone through, the loss and horrific things I have witnessed. How will I be able to live without any hope? Sophie was my hope.

The day leads into the night. The first night in my soft bed, I remembered how I missed the soft sheets, warm blankets and the room becoming so quiet that one could hear a pin drop on the floor. As I finally find the need to rest, I realize I'm not the same as I once was. I woke up from what one would call a nightmare during the night, but this was no nightmare. It was like all my memories from the war had fled back. The first night I remembered as if I was back in the war on the front line in no man's land, bombs going off my friend Andrew was shot dead in front of my own eyes. I now see the truth. Even though we won the war in our eyes, there is still one that needs to be fought since we returned to the fight for sanity. As Johnny would say, nothing a good scotch couldn't fix. Johnny was one of my closest buddies since kindergarten. In fact, he was always the one filled with hope. Johnny would non stop jabbering about how he would be the best lawyer the world has ever seen one day, and he would be the richest as well. Johnny was a ladies' man. He would talk about throwing the most extravagant parties in his mansion with lots of girls and booze, preferably scotch. I always looked up to that man to see how he could make anyone laugh. His eyes were always full of hope and joy. Whenever I looked into his big green eyes, I saw hope during the war. Even though so much suffering and heartache, Johnny would always lift my spirits when I lost hope. When Johnny died bravely during an explosion, I can sometimes still hear his cries, stuck in no man's land reaching for life and then shot dead by the Germans. Whenever I have flashbacks or nightmares, I grab a bottle of scotch and pour a nice glass, and I become at ease as all my problems disappear.

The one thing upon returning from the war was the crazy parties. Being a soldier

was a chick magnet. My soldier buddies and I would party until the sun came up. Don't remember much from coming back, could not tell you much about those parties. Became so drunk and would never remember anything. Waking the next day with a blasting headache and no memory of where I was nor how I got there, all to start drinking that same morning again. Never did I let a glass of scotch leave my hand.

My given past led me to write the book The Great Gatsby, a story about loss love and tragedy all in which I myself F. Scott Fitzgerald has been through.