Military Personal Narrative

It took 250$ and good deeds to create some doctor like me. Growing up I was the kid who looked at the world with open optimistic eyes. I grew up in a small city called Dora located in Iraq, the middle of three girls. I was born in the late 90s, I have been told that I was born "at the end of the good days". That's when Iraq's political circumstances were not at peace at all, at 2003 another war broke in Iraq.

It was hot. I stood on the side of a dusty gravel road of southeast Texas feeling the sun press down on my neck and back. Underneath my helmet, sweat was slowly collecting on my forehead and moving down my cheeks as if to escape from the sweltering heat. The sweat left streaks in the camouflage paint that covered my face. From a distance, I thought my face must look like river tributaries, such as those seen from space. Braced across my back were a forty-pound duffle bag and my M-16 rifle that had been my kindred friend throughout the last seventy-two hours. Only six miles separated me from the relief of the relentless September sun. It was black-flag weather, too hot for any kind of outdoor activity, but for the United States Air Force, September 9th, 1999 was an exception to the rule.

In October 2006, I was with 1st Cavalry Division and had deployed to Iraq. It was my first

How Being a Military Dependent Affected My Life Goals Being a military dependent is something I have known my whole life. My dad joined the Air Force in 1988 at the age of twenty-four. He initially joined the military to help people, but wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, this led him to fighting fires until 2010. I was born in the year 1999; I grew up with him working twenty-four hour shifts and then being home for twenty-four hours.

Modern soldiers’ time overseas can prolonged due to shortage of troops and changing circumstances.

Everything was a first for me my first airplane ride, out of state, and out of the country with so many more first on the way in my life. There was not time to waste Gunny came over with ammo and distributed it with a couple days of M.R.E’s (meals ready to eat) we were on our way to the field just that fast. Loading up on Amphibious Assault Vehicles fighting for a place to sit smashed up against each other like a can of sardines. With temperatures in the one hundred plus degrees drinking water and staying hydrated was something we did together as a platoon so some of new Marines that might not do it on our own would not pass out due to heat exhaustion. The nights in country were not bad with the sun beating down on you and just draining the life out of you it was a nice change of pace

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. Immediately after the object fell on to the pavement, SGT. Barrett started yelling commands to the male not to pick the item up. I immediately unholsered my side arm. SGT. Barrett advised me that the male had a gun. I moved to SGT. Barretts side, where I saw a small black handgun on the pavement between the drivers feet. I pointed my firearm at the male with my finger indexed on the slide. SGT. Barrett continured to command the male to put his hands on the top of the door frame.

I believe in the act of paying it forward, and treating others the way you want to be treated in the midst of it. Ever since I was a little girl, I always had a heart to help anyone that I was able to. I hated seeing others down, making it seem as if I was higher than them when I had nothing. I believed that if I was in their shoes, I would want someone to help me. Seeing homeless people on the side of the streets sad, hungry, desperate for just a bite of a sandwich or even a couple dollars to get them by for the next few days, made me realize how much I want to help people who are in need. This is the reason I am becoming a nurse practitioner and become apart of The National Guard.

I woke up in the camp tent for the first time to the sound of rifles shooting. I arrived yesterday and I could see the soldiers training, that’s mostly what they do here. From dawn to dusk, until the light is gone, they train. Well, that and gambling of course. I am in Sharpsburg, Maryland and it is September 16, 1862. I volunteered to be a nurse for the Union Army so that I can help my country; just like my brother who enlisted for the army. I have heard of great women who have been named heroes because of their bravery in the war, so I decided that I want to be one of them. I’m not sure I have what it takes, I remember not even my own mother believed in me. The Union Army is here to destroy the rebels for trying to take our capitol, and we will succeed.

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. The CSM began by welcoming us to the unit and asking who wanted to go to the Scout Platoon. Several of us in the formation raised our hands. The CSM looked at my right shoulder and saw my

I joined the Marine Corps on 21 August 2008. My primary MOS is Fixed-wing aircraft safety equipment mechanic, KC-130. As a Safety equipment mechanic I am required to troubleshoot, isolate, and repair survival equipment aboard the kc 130J/MV-22 platforms.

Introduction While helping my mom set up for Veterans Day, I was in charge of meeting with the Veterans and helping them get their visitor passes into the elementary school. The turn out was great, many veterans showed up in a variety of ages. I met with the oldest veteran there and helped him get situated before the parade began. World War 2 Veteran

We all wait nervously, a room filled with six-hundred third graders but no one whispers more than a few words. Today we find out that twenty of us that will leave our families behind for the next two decades. Every year the government chooses twenty seven year old children from each school in the Providence of Britain and transports them to the United Europe Combat Forces (UECF) military school who will then become soldiers after their training. A strange woman walks up the mic, its the same women who dose the announcement every year. Our class has always joked and called her Drakula, due to her tall and skinny build, pale skin and big nose. Dracula flicks the mic, a high pitched noise gets everyone to attention. she starts to talk but I can't focus something about honoring our veterans

During the Civil many soldiers have been separated from their wives and children since they were compelled to join the Union and Confederate armies. 620,000 American casualties would never see their families since they were forced to join the Union and Confederate armies at a young age. This reminds me of the time my father was enforced to join the army during the Gulf War. During that time, the United States had the right to draft young men for the army. My father would tell me stories of how scared he was to leave his family and would never see them again in his life. The recruiters informed my dad that he had one day to pack his belongings, my dad decided to move to Mexico and live there so he would never join the army. In conclusion, I’ve