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Latino Washed

Latino Washed

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This is my imitative memoir for my 10th grade English class, based on stories about my family, Scottish culture and growing up in a not so good city in California

This is my imitative memoir for my 10th grade English class, based on stories about my family, Scottish culture and growing up in a not so good city in California

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Latino Washed
Imitative Memoir By Colin McInnis

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Robert Burns
My Heart's in the Highlands.

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The Monster of River Ness
All men know of her by the sound of her name. The tourists flock to see her, my family standing back in the house. All highlanders know Nessie will not come out for thousands to see. My family‟s farm was a week‟s walk from Loch Ness, but we know the legend. They would walk, we would walk, to see friends on the waters. To visit friends and sell the harvest to the Picts. We would sit on the beach and swim amongst the waters, while our parents went to see the merchant. The Picts came down from the river Clyde, for they knew the powers of the Loch. They knew the tongue though, and soon were swimming and playing amongst us. The Pagans talked about the demons coming loose on the earth when the gods were displeased, but never had we seen one before. The beast rose up from the Loch‟s river, the water jumping aside as it emerged from wherever Hell it had came from. The man must have commited awful acts in his life for he was pulled under the waters. When he came up we saw the extent of the demons wrath upon his corpse. The men took a boat out and retrieved the body. They began to prepare the burial ceremony for the man and mourners went to find the family and tell the news. Mother came back to us, as women were not allowed at the funeral. We were shooed into the inn with the women and children,but we snuck out the back and hid amongst the reeds. The Picts ran as we buried our man. The devils work was too much for them. But they returned with an Irish monk amongst them. He named himself Columba and joined the funeral. The man‟s family lowered his body and words were said. But the Irishman went to his follower and sent him across the river to see if he could make the beast return. Some little ones fled at

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this, for they knew the demon would return. The hell-spawn rose again, but the Monk stepped forward into the waters. The sounds he spoke rolled off the cliffs, around the loch and were swept through the breeze. The man formed a cross with his hands and we knew power was to be seen. He commanded “Go no further. Do not touch the man. Go back at once.” And we saw the power of God banish the demon from where it was. We praised Columba, and the Picts rejoiced at the miracle at hand. The man who caused the beast to flee in terror, at the power of God! We celebrated the wonders of God and Saint Columba. Many years have passed since that day, and never has the monster bothered anyone else again. From time to time people see the beast emerge from the surface of the Loch, its long neck and scaled face, unlike any animal in God‟s creation. It‟s almost as if the beast is trapped inside the Loch, unable to escape. As if some mysterious power was keeping it from exiting the river…

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The Gold Cross of Freedom
He left for the war with only God‟s blessing and the picture of his family under his hat. They were sending him to Europe, to Chaplain in the Army. Roy Henry Boldt was not the youngest man, but he understood the path he was supposed to take when he said goodbye to his family. Days at sea praying and wondering at the things to come, only guessing at what he could expect in future days. But he was honored at least, he was stationed with General George Patton himself and his infantry. And when they finally docked and stepped onto British soil, it had begun. They marched to war, to Germany and beyond. To clear the earth for the evil taking root in this European land. Japan in the air, spreading across the pacific ocean. And here, thousands trapped, in the stone walls of the Nazi‟s. He was God‟s hand in this, to protect the young men with sword and spirit, the armor of God surrounding them as they marched to way. And there it was before their eyes, the walls appearing in the dimness of the snow. The camp, the devils hole, here before him on that day. The men charged all around him, with Roy with a bible and medical kit. Some fell in the German snow, turning the ground crimson as souls rose above. Here was Hell on earth, and he

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kneeled down amongst the fallen to hear their final words. Where healing could be had it was given, and for the rest the most he could do was forgive them of their sins. Surrounded by gunshots and cold hard snow, he saw the true side of the third reich. When the snow had fallen and the air stood silent, the ghosts stepped out of the buildings. Starved and barely alive, they appeared inhuman. How much evil would they have to get through, to see this land become peaceful once again? The ghosts were fed and clothed, everyone was disgusted at the conditions these people were forced to live in. “Over here!” A cry arose from the other side of the complex. Roy made his way over to the voice, and almost lost his lunch. Wagons, full of decomposing bodies. He prayed for those who had departed in such a barbaric manner, and took pictures of the horrors before him. This was not possible, no one would ever believe what had happened here on this day. “God have mercy.” He whispered, and began digging graves. The chills ran up his spine and into his soul, icicles forming inside his heart as the soldiers worked. How worse could this get before all this was done with? More they discovered, as they continued their eastern march from Poland to the heart of the Nazi empire. Countless he comforted, as they laid in the snow dying. Receiving their final confessions, purifying their souls before they ascended into the beyond. God‟s work is dark in a land so full of evil. But Roy the Chaplain marched to war. Souls fell all around them, and for every one of them a prayer was whispered. He knew God would not forsake these men. “And when he goes to heaven, to St. Peter he will tell: Just another Soldier reporting sir, I’ve served my time in hell.”

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The army swept across Germany, after finally conquering the Blitz-Krieg. Allied forces were advancing for the first time in the war. Then one day he got the orders that he could finally return home. And Major and Chaplain Roy Henry Boldt finally returned home. He packed up all the pictures, his bible and uniform into a box. The war would stop here, and it was time to return to hopefully what would become a normal American life. All night on a train, getting everything together for finally reuniting with his family. The war box in one arm, he knocked on the door and for the first time in many years he saw his wife. His children surrounded them, and he hugged them all. It had been so long. He ruffled his boys hair, and picked up the little girl who would one day be my Grandmother and spun her around.

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It Ain‟t How Hard You Can Hit
We huddled up after having a game we should have won. We had the Bengals all the way up to the fourth quarter, until they broke through a couple tackles and got a winning touchdown. Everyone knew we were the better team that day, but in the end we still lost. Now I only played football for one season, and my team had the worst record in the league, but the huddle after that game changed me forever. The coach went on, about how we brought the fight but gave it up at the end. We tried so hard, but it was all for naught because we let that one touchdown by us. But as the speech went on, something was said that changed the way I look at life forever. I saw the spirit suddenly come into my coaches eyes, the look people get when you know they are passionate about something. And he looked over his group of varsity players and he said “ Ya know the movie Rocky Balboa? When Rocky came out of retirement to fight the new champ? Well that movie ended in the middle. It ended when Rocky‟s son came up to him telling him it was stupid to come out and fight. Everything after that aint important! His son came out and told him he‟s too old to fight. That he was going out there to be killed and embarrassed, but most importantly he‟d embarrass him as his son. But Rocky looked at his son and he said this.

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„Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody’” And this spoke to me. It does not matter in life how big, how tough and strong you are. It matters how determined you are. How willing you are to keep going. When others give up, will you be the one to persevere? Later when I went home and saw the movie, I could feel it in my soul. My whole life I had a somewhat negative look on life. That some are born lucky, and some people aren‟t. Then I heard this quote. Every single sentence means something different, is an individual motivator to me.\ You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. There is no greater challenge than life itself. Every day you wake, more and more challenges will present themselves for you to overcome. And it‟s natural, but you must fight each and every one of these, or you will be overwhelmed. It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. It is a personal choice to give up and not fight back. Determination is what brings success, you must work for every bit of success you achieve. You can never allow life to beat you down to your knees, you can‟t let the world push you down. You need to stand. Now, if you know what you’re worth, then go out there and get what you’re worth. Every time I get close to giving up, I remember this. Am I worth this? Can I do this? What is stopping

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me from achieving my goals. Now all my life I heard that we can accomplish anything, but hearing this at the time made me truly believe it. My football team, it was an amazing experience, but we were terrible. But I didn‟t give up because of this. Because life would just keep hitting us with losses, over and over, trying to beat us down to our knees, but greatness only comes to those who persevere. And in my first, and as it sadly looks, my last year of playing, I reached the all-stars with no past experience. And they put me in a new position, with people who had beaten my team to a pulp all season long. The Bears had no respect. But I knew what I was worth, I tried my best, and when it was time for the All-Star game, the southern division did not even score one touchdown. I do not have a specific culture to live in. No part in society do I seem to perfectly fit in with. I can jump from here to there, staying where I please and fitting into all groups but never belonging to one. There is no culture that is mine. I am Scottish, but that is all that I can say of myself. My grandfather adopted on one side, and on the other my great grandfather abandoned by his mother. The Highlander blood runs deep through me, but that is all there is to it. A Highlander whose never set foot in his homeland cannot call it home. He can only dream of the rolling highlands and the dark blue Lochs. More latino washed than anything, and yet I don‟t struggle for a place in life. This quote drives me through my days, there is a lovely perfection about knowing who you are. For when you know exactly without a shadow of a doubt what your worth, then you have no trouble getting out there and getting what you are worth.

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