Drill Sergeant Ross told us that, we won’t get bullets until we proved that we could be trusted. This meant to stay focus and not do stupid shit with our guns, like chasing each other around the camp. After getting our weapons, we lined up and started to march through the fields to continue our physical training. Jesse was behind me, and as we marched he began to tell me about the AM-15. He told me that “this gun could easily shoot 240 bullets within 50 seconds with a round drum on top” whatever that meant. With a smirk on my face I told him I didn’t think they would start us off with drums on our guns. The gun was about seven pounds and at first, but after fifty minutes or so of marching, it felt like forty pounds of iron. After what felt
On 06/14/2017 around 1750 hours, I, Officer Burkes, responded to a report of a suspicious person knocking on a door at 1504 Homestead Blvd. The caller stated that a white male was bleeding all over her door and asking her to call 911. When I arrived on scene, I noticed a white male, later identified as Alex Schesny, sitting between the screen door and steele door. I asked Alex to get up and walk out to the back of my patrol car. Once on the back of my car, I retrieved my gloves out of the front seat.
Late 2005 I was assigned to 2-35 Infantry Regiment, 25th Infantry Division, Schofield Barracks, HI. I re-enlisted into the Army after almost a three year break in service. On my previous enlistment, I served in the 505th Parachute Infantry Regiment from the 82nd Airborne Division. All the new soldiers to include myself were standing in formation waiting on the Battalion Command Sergeant Major (CSM) to speak to us. I was the only Private First Class with a Combat Infantryman Badge, an Expert Infantryman Badge, and a combat deployment to Afghanistan.
SGT. Barrett and I contacted a suspicious vehicle in the parking lot that was parked in an unlit area at approximately 2300 hours. Once outside of our vehicle I started flanking toward the right side of the white Nissan Maxima, as the windows were darked out. SGT. Barrett went to the driver side of the vehicle, where the door was ajar, with a male sitting in the driver's seat with his feet planted on the ground I heard what sounded like a dense metal object fall onto the pavement from the driver's side of the vehicle.
In the story The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien was shot in the butt during the war and was sent to a base camp to recover. He says, “I felt something shift inside me. It was anger, partly, but it was also a sense of pure and total loss. I didn’t fit anymore. They were soldiers, I wasn’t.”
day to day operations that you do, but you certainly want your best person there, to me that means the most senior officer who was Lieutenant Commander Burmaster, there to be walking beside with the General to answer other questions that a First Class Petty Officer may not know. So, it’s just more of a strategic approach of how we look at customs and Burmaster would have more of that kind of information, then certainly a First Class Petty Officer would. Robert: So, in your mind, with the Generals visit, you would say and don’t allow me to put words in your mouth, but you would expect, if he is visiting a particular company, that the Commander of that company should be there? Captain Rink: Absolutely.
I've attended the ball numerous times some while on active duty, at times with dates, at times with friends, but today it is with someone special. Today, November 10th, is the 240th Birthday of the United States Marine Corps (USMC), and I am anxious. I've been planning this for weeks, and two days ago I visited my favorite spa at Nordstroms in preparations for today. I had a full body depilation, and a body wrap as well. This morning I returned for a french manicure/pedicure, and deep tissue massage.
I was the happiest man in the world. Red Chief was still missing and I have not any painful migraines ever since . I was so happy I even went out for dinner and got my favorite meal. After dinner, I thought I might as well have a late night drink and then off to bed. After I drank a little sweet whiskey I started to feel a little headache, but that's ok because there is no Red Chief and that means no migraines.
Today is April, 1944 and something weird is going on today. while my family and I were hibernating in our homes all cozy, the next thing we know is that we are taking into a truck with other people. I was so terrified as if an Arrow suddenly struck my heart, paralyzing my body. Although I do not know what we have done or who these people are I am just happy to be with my family. I really hope that goes fine until I figure out what is really happening.
I pushed back on him. I told him I was still good to go, and that the boys would pick up my slack. We were a machine out there and it had a lot more miles on it. There was no way I entirely believed this myself, but I did my best to make the case. I didn’t want a bullshit op like Going South to be my swan
I will turn the images on page 106 into an excerpt from a novel. As the war was getting ready to end, my brother and I were excited to see our family again. As we were talking about how everyone has probably changed and grown up, out of the corner of my eye I saw a sniper. BANG!!!!! He shot my brother.
Recently. The Mayor came up with the idea, to send an armed party out into the woods to investigate the attacks. She would send 50 guards to find and kill, whoever was attacking the People of Bunker Level F. This mission was not only to kill the Mulish men, but to battle train the new Recruits. There was a total of 35 recruit and 15 hardened soldiers, who were sent to do the mission. (I was one of them that had to stay behind and guard the city, along with Katie Frost, and Harry Gifford and Mary Cadence.)
Hey Molly, I think it’s awesome that you are an Expert Marksman! I can hit a clay pidgin with a shotgun, but that’s about it. I know what you mean about being talkative until it’s something you’re required to do, not to mention graded on. I can be a perfectionist sometimes and the English language isn’t my strongest point, so I can get kind of freaked out myself putting a weakness on display like that. Still I think this class has the potential to be a lot of fun.
As we started to refit they asked us to meet them outside at their trucks. The Company Commander asked the Platoon to move to their trucks.
From the moment I was born I was considered a military brat, I was born in Hawaii at tripler hospital because my mom was in the army and stationed there, my biological father was in the marines. When my mom remarried when I was 7, she married a man who was in the Navy. Everyone thinks being a Military brat just means you know more than other people because you 've been more places and seen more things and you get a lot of stuff you want. This is not true at all. Coming from a military background means you never have stability, you are held to a higher standard than all the other kids, and sometimes it makes you want to be in the military and only focus on that.
Our first action was to surrender but then one of the men in a mask “why we were here” I responded with “we are here to camp and that we will be gone before morning tomorrow”. But he said that ”Ya your going to be gone by morning cause you're going to be DEAD”. Then he knocked us