- Brideau's main point is that the hurricanes that ravaged New Orleans destroyed many homes, but in the process it showed the strength of the people. Lydia was the one that stood out for her, because of her age, and her surviving against all odds in her small home. This main point is revealed in the last two paragraphs of the story
- Brideau's story is in first person, until she dives into the story of Lydia. In describing the story, she moves to third person. The first person point of view makes the story feel much more close and personal. It's a first hand account of someone who went to New Orleans in the aftermath of hurricane Katrina, and helped many people. In first person, you get a much more detailed, and personal account of the situation. Especially through Brideau, who was in direct contact with so many of the people.
- She instantly makes the narrative "come alive" when she describes entering the VFW hall. She used words like: toxic, illuminated, and cackle. To boost Lydia's story, she used words like: horrified, bulky, precarious, and spurted. These words she uses appeal to my emotions, because when she says Lydia was horrified, there is no question what her true emotions are. I too would be horrified in that situation.
- The audience could be anyone in the medical field, or anyone interested in the affairs that took place after Hurricane Katrina passed. The tone is very bleak and worrying. It gives the piece a sense of the need for survival. It makes you feel like you are suffering with Brideau, and the people. Words like toxic, illuminated and cackle all asserted the tone in the first two paragraphs.
- One of my biggest supporters and idols in my life has always been my grandfather. He is a second generation Japanese-American, and was only 17 when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. On that very same day, his father, Jack Yasutake was arrested for suspected spying for the Japanese. Weeks later, my grandfather, Tosh, his mother, and two other siblings were all sent to an internment camp in Idaho. His father Jack was sent to a POW camp in Texas. In a brave and compassionate effort to reunite his family in the same camp, Tosh volunteered for the Army. He, along with thousands of other Nisei Japanese-Americans decided to fight for the country that had alienated, and turned their back on them. With this act, they showed their true colors. They should that they were true loyal, compassionate, and valiant Americans. My grandfather joined the 442nd Battalion, in the medics unit. He had had past medical experience, working at the hospital in his internment camp. Over the next year and a half, Tosh fought in some of the most brutal battles of the war. He saved many lives, cheated death, was shot in the leg, lost his hearing from concussive explosions, and ultimately proved his divine loyalty to the United States. He is perhaps one of the luckiest medics in the entire war; the medic deployed in his regiment before him was the first medic to be killed during the war. This was during desperate times for the Germans, so they broke the laws of war (killing a medic) in an attempt to turn the tables. After my grandfathers injury, the two medics deployed after him were both killed in the Battle of the Bulge; which was one of the most important and bloody battles during the end of the war. The 442nd battalion was considered the "expendable" battalion. They were sent to perform impossible suicide missions. So many soldiers were injured or killed that they were named the "Purple Heart Battalion". Despite their many losses, they became the most decorated combat team in the history of the military. However, the humble, quiet veterans never gloat over their medals. I've had the pleasure of meeting many of my grandfather's war buddies, and every last one of them never revealed having any anger towards the United States, or the Generals that sent them on their missions. They saw it as their duty to serve and protect, while proving their worth and loyalty. I look up to my grandfather as being the most humble and caring man I know. He still loves his wife of 60 years just as much as the first day they met. He showed me what it meant to love at a very early age; and I will never forget that. Despite all the horrible things he's witnessed, he still manages to always come with a smile on his face. He is an American Hero. He is my Hero.
I just realized I didn't have to do 5.... well here it is anyways :P