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We were the best pilots. We were heroes. Then, our leaders started to change our society. A few years after we came home, they started to treat as if we were like the common rabble. Even the __rich__ people started to be treated like us, and we plotted for revenge.

**THE CYCLE OF CLASS STRATIFICATION** BYIsrael Bonilla I am a pilot. The best of the best pilots too. I was even awarded our country’s highest honor of the Golden Cross. I was not just the best pilot, but a hero too. The scenario was grim, we were outnumbered, ten to one. Then, Frost, Guts, Magic and I took to the stage. Things looked terrible from where we were. It was the four of us against maybe 40 enemy planes. We ran out of anti-air missiles in our F/A-18Es very quickly and had to go old school. We used all 800 bullets in each of the planes. We slowly, but surely, took out all the enemy fighters. We then moved on to cripple the enemy forces. Strategic placements of our missiles took out large groups of their forces. We came back to the carrier, only just making it from the amount of fuel we had left. After we went home, we were awarded each a Golden Cross. This though, is only the beginning of my tale of my life.We had a peaceful time home, a few years rest. We surprisingly weren’t called back to duty. Things started to change after a few weeks, and not for the better. Our leaders had started taking some drink and food off the shelves of the market, and it was the good stuff. Well, I didn’t question that. I mean, our country’s leaders were honorable people. After a few weeks, I was unable to get some Twinkies. I wondered why. These were items that had been deemed dangerous. That is when I started to question the authorities.Yeah, I heard about this guy named George Orwell. He believed in something called “class stratification” and I never thought it really happened in today’s world. I was wrong. Not even the really rich people and I mean really rich people could get their hands on Twinkies and Kool Aid. This guy was right. I didn’t know what to do. Starting a coup seemed out of the question to me. But, soon, I found a couple of guys whose names were Terrin and Chet. They asked a question of who I was. “I was Lt. Joseph Smith. Until those folks at the military cut me.” “I’ve heard of you,” Chet said. “You want to join our little rebellion?” I was wondering, and then I thought, yes I want to be in the rebellion! Why not? Let our leaders make things all happy for them and dark and miserable for us? I thought nothing more of class stratification, and the dangers of it. I thought a better life was on the road. I didn’t know what was really coming next.The rebellion was way shorter than I thought it would be. Don’t get me wrong, we won alright. Chet and Terrin actually got most of the army and most of the navy and all of the air force to join. We would crush. And so we did. I was in an A-10C Thunderbolt II. I was able to take out a large percentage of the enemy forces. There was ten Thunderbolt II, so imagine the total destruction. In a matter of minutes we had reduced the capital to rubble and had the surrender of our leaders. They were exiled to another country, and we crowned Terrin king. It was weird, because Chet was the top candidate to be crowned king. After we won the battle, I never saw Chet again.Things got better. Oh yeah, I may have hinted that things got bad again. They did. But first, we had many celebrations, and much joy, and even the creation of a new holiday called Terrin day. On this day we indulged in Twinkies and Kool Aid just in spite of our old leaders who kept taking the Twinkies and Kool Aid away. We were able indulge in both of those luxuries much. Then we had a “shortage” of them. I did wonder what was going on. I knew after a very short time what was going on. Orwell was even more right than I thought! It really was happening again! This time, I didn’t think rebelling was out of the question. I started immediately after everyone I knew started to feel Terrin’s rule against them.Another thing different about our second rebellion was that Terrin threatened my coup by saying that he would seriously harm or injure our people. I gave up. I did, I really honestly did give up. I told the coup I was wrecking the coup. Then, some guy came up and gave me a real reality check. “Why did you quit fighting?” said that old coot. “I quit because I wish no harm to the people Terrin is threatening,” I said. “But what about the people who aren’t being threatened but still aren’t exactly having the greatest time in the world?" said the grey-beard. Then, I decided that really, I should not quit. So I restarted my work. I couldn’t seem to get Guts, Magic, or Frost to join up. I didn’t know then what they did for a living. I was able to gather a strong force. We were weaker in the ground divisions though. The people of my country were counting on me, and I shouldn’t give up anyways. Tenacity is a good thing sometimes, and right now, I thought that to keep trying would give our people hope. Kind of a cop out, I know, I know. Still though, that was an important thing. The battle was quick. It was amazing. Our people fought with such strength that we crushed the opposing force with ease. Unfortunately, I found out what my wing men did for a living. They were our adversaries. I watched with horror as our pilots destroyed my old friends’ planes. I eventually learned that they successfully ejected. After the really short wars, I was crowned king. I promised change. I heard of Democracy. I switched our government type ASAP, and hopefully, Orwell’s theory doesn't prove right anytime soon, because I am really tired. **THE END.**

__Dean__ Groom Activity #2

The two F-15s touched down when a group of Su-35s, which had lost their Airborn Warning and Control __System__ (AWACS), flew over the airport, screaming loudly and rolling from side to side to find some place where they could land. SAM defenses created a virtual wall and Sukhois flew in to it. At the last moment the SAM defences, the small, missile launchers that had shot down many a jet, started to fire a salvo of surface to air missiles which came in a fiery ball towards the Sukhois. MIDDLE _ BEGINNING _ END Work Sheet


 * The hero Lt. Something comes home to a hero's welcome with his wing men (he is a pilot) . After a few years of peace, the country they live in __starts__ to have __class__ stratification tha t separates the citizens of the country in to the leaders, and everyone else. The "everyone else" class is far worse off, and the economy of the country is slowly deteriorating. Lt. Something then stumbles upon a group of people who were plotting to stage a coup. They recruit Lt. Something and he goes out and tries to find others who want to join the coup. After recruiting his old wing men, he continues to try and get people to join. When they recruit enough men, the coup tries to take an airport. They find that the airport is deserted, because everyone who worked their actually joined the coup. After taking the airport, they easily take over the country because it was so weak without its air force, and the airport they took had most of the country's planes. After a really quick aerial battle featuring 10 A-10s and 2 F-15Es the country's forces surrender. || * Lt. Joesph, King Terran,


 * A better life...


 * To other cities. ||
 *  Next they elect a leader (the starter of the coup was their choice). Then the people rejoice and live happily for a few more years. After these years, class stratification takes place again, and Lt. Something realizes that class stratification does happen, and when the chosen new king takes the throne, Lt. Something also realizes that it was all for nothing, and now it's worse than before. Lt. Something gives up. After a few weeks, he decides that this isn't just about him, and decides to stage another coup. He actually has a lot of trouble getting recruits this __time__ around, and can't get near as many planes, tanks and helicopters. His old wing men are nowhere to be found, and he soon finds out that it is getting very bad for everyone because the king discovered the coup and threatened Lt. Something by saying that if he continued to create a coup, he will worsen the life of the people even more. Lt. Something is hardpressed to find out what to do. He finally decides that this had to end now. || * The story will develop to show that their coup was all for naught at first, then show Lt. Joseph decides that they need to try again.


 * Yes, plot twists and turns are there.


 * <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">I will lead up to the climax by having ||
 * Now Lt. Joesph decides to act, so the climax comes in __one__ giant battle mainly fought in the air. Soon, Lt. Joesph finds out his original wing men were fighting against the coup. This is shocking to him, and he has trouble bringing himself to shoot their planes down. They do eject, and are taken as POWs. Soon after, Lt. Joesph is crowned king of the country, and awarded another cross. Things appear to change. For now........ || * <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Probably not.

The Cycle of Class Stratification. by Israel Bonilla. I am a pilot. The best of the best pilots too. I was even awarded our country’s highest honor of the Golden Cross. I was not just the best pilot, but a hero too. The scenario was grim, we were outnumbered, ten to one. Then, Frost, Guts, Magic and I took to the stage. Things looked terrible from where we were. It was the four of us against maybe 40 enemy planes. We ran out of anti-air missiles in our F/A-18Es very quickly and had to go old school. We used all 800 bullets in each of the planes. We slowly, but surely, took out all the enemy fighters. We then moved on to cripple the enemy forces. Strategic placements of our missiles took out large groups of their forces. We came back to the carrier, only just making it from the amount of fuel we had left. After we went home, we were awarded each a Golden Cross. This though, is only the beginning of my tale of my life. We had a peaceful time home, a few years rest. We surprisingly weren’t called back to duty. Things started to change after a few weeks, and not for the better. Our leaders had started taking some drink and food off the shelves of the market, and it was the good stuff. Well, I didn’t question that. I mean, our country’s leaders were honorable people. After a few weeks, I was unable to get some Twinkies. I wondered why. These were items that had been deemed dangerous. That is when I started to question the authorities. Yeah, I heard about this guy named George Orwell. He believed in something called “class stratification” and I never thought it really happened in today’s world. I was wrong. Not even the really rich people and I mean really rich people could get their hands on Twinkies and Kool Aid. This guy was right. I didn’t know what to do. Starting a coup seemed out of the question to me. But, soon, I found a couple of guys whose names were Terrin and Chet. They asked a question of who I was. “I was Lt. Joseph Smith. Until those folks at the military cut me.” “I’ve heard of you,” Chet said. “You want to join our little rebellion?” I was wondering, and then I thought, yes I want to be in the rebellion! Why not? Let our leaders make things all happy for them and dark and miserable for us? I thought nothing more of class stratification, and the dangers of it. I thought a better life was on the road. I didn’t know what was really coming next. The rebellion was way shorter than I thought it would be. Don’t get me wrong, we won alright. Chet and Terrin actually got most of the army and most of the navy and all of the air force to join. We would crush. And so we did. I was in an A-10C Thunderbolt II. I was able to take out a large percentage of the enemy forces. There was ten Thunderbolt II 's, so imagine the total destruction. In a matter of minutes we had reduced the capital to rubble and had the surrender of our leaders. They were exiled to another country, and we crowned Terrin king. It was weird, because Chet was the top candidate to be crowned king. After we won the battle, I never saw Chet again. Things got better. Oh yeah, I may have hinted that things got bad again. They did. But first, we had many celebrations, and much joy, and even the creation of a new holiday called Terrin day. On this day we indulged in Twinkies and Kool Aid just in spite of our old leaders who kept taking the Twinkies and Kool Aid away. We were able indulge in both of those luxuries much. Then we had a “shortage” of them. I did wonder what was going on. I knew after a very short time what was going on. Orwell was even more right than I thought! It really was happening again! This time, I didn’t think rebelling was out of the question. I started immediately after everyone I knew started to feel Terrin’s rule against them. Another thing different about our second rebellion was that Terrin threatened my coup by saying that he would seriously harm or injure our people. I gave up. I did, I really honestly did give up. I told the coup I was wrecking the coup. Then, some guy came up and gave me a real reality check. “Why did you quit fighting?” said that old coot. “I quit because I wish no harm to the people Terrin is threatening,” I said. “But what about the people who aren’t being threatened but still aren’t exactly having the greatest time in the world?" said the grey-beard. Then, I decided that really, I should not quit. So I restarted my work. I couldn’t seem to get Guts, Magic, or Frost to join up. I didn’t know then what they did for a living. <span style="display: block; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> I was able to gather a strong force. We were weaker in the ground divisions though. The people of my country were counting on me, and I shouldn’t give up anyways. Tenacity is a good thing sometimes, and right now, I thought that to keep trying would give our people hope. Kind of a cop out, I know, I know. Still though, that was an important thing. The battle was quick. It was amazing. Our people fought with such strength that we crushed the opposing force with ease. Unfortunately, I found out what my wing men did for a living. They were our adversaries. I watched with horror as our pilots destroyed my old friends’ planes. I eventually learned that they successfully ejected. After the really short wars, I was crowned king. I promised change. I heard of Democracy. I switched our government type ASAP, and hopefully, Orwell’s theory doesn't prove right anytime soon, because I am really tired.
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<span style="background-color: #00ff00; color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> Great story, but I think that you should fix your spelling errors.

<span style="background-color: #eff42c; color: #eb2b2b; display: block; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;">That's a great story. I didn't really change much because I was so into your story. I like the end where you became king. I think that you should describe what a coup is.