Personal Narrative-A War On The Western Front

On August the 8th 1918 at 4:30 am let it be remembered that the heavens broke. After creeping through marshy ground and laying still since 3:00 the mighty guns of the Fourth Army all roared at once. Men around me lit cigarettes and cheered for the battle was on. That morning it was dreadfully misty and after the smoke from the barrage we couldn’t see more than 5 feet in front of us. We charged relying on our officers for compass bearings and many of us got momentarily lost.

Operation “Fire Iguana” “Are you sure this is the one?” “I’m positive, he has the greatest track record in the agency, if he can’t do it, no one can” “You’re really willing to put your neck out this far for this guy” “He’s the only racially ambiguous Mexican man in the CIA that I trust. Of course I believe he can do it. As a recipient of the Purple heart, medal of honor, Distinguished Intelligence Cross, the Distinguished Career Intelligence Medal, and the Presidential award for P.E, he should be the most qualified for this type of mission.” “Well, if he’s your choice, then “Operation DokI Doki” has the green light, have him briefed and ready to deploy in the next 48 hours.

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.

It was a good day during the winter, and me and my friends all wanted to paintball. So we all got geared up and went to the field to get ready to play capture the flag. So I got on the blue team, and got into my sniper position. Which isn’t very far from my flag. So the first person I saw was about 100ft away.

Memoirs of a Boy Soldier ★★★★ I rated this book 4 stars because I really enjoyed reading this book and learning about what goes on with the children(mainly boys) out in Sierra Leone. It was interesting knowing that these are the kind of things that happen in the third-world countries and the children are forced to live through it. 2. Page Number: 33 Short passage: “He kept screaming, ‘My head! My brains!’

You’re trembling, struggling to keep the gun steady. Your eyes are red and watery. Everyone’s staring at you, surrounding you in a circle. The commander is roaring “SHOOT”, “SHOOT”! Tears splashed on your gun.

It was a gray day. The sun did not shine; it could not pierce the layers of powdery black skies along with the fog. The thick mist that was not really rain, or fog covered the southeastern corner of New Jersey. It was depressing, just like most days in the area surrounding the Overbrook Asylum. On the outside, Overbrook was a welcoming place where patients were treated with care along with respect; the inside was very different.

“Wow,” A girl was leaning over Cinderheart, who was sprawled on the ground. Her leg was slightly at a strange angle, and it was already swelling up a bit. The story was that Heathertail, Cinderheart’s arch nemesis since grade two, was on the opposite team. My team.

I don 't know what went wrong with our plan that night. All I know is that He somehow knew what we were up to. We had composed the plan so well yet it still wasn 't enough to kill Him. We thought we had Icor, but as always, he was one step ahead of us.

Life in the war front is completely different than what I had imagined. As a Nursing Sister, or Bluebird, my job never ends, which makes writing in this journal extremely difficult. So many men come in with disgusting wounds, I feel sick just thinking about it even though I have nursing experience back home. I only joined the Royal Canadian Army Medical Corps because father decided to join the war front himself. I understand that as a militant who has aided in previous military acts would feel responsible to join the war but, he also has responsibilities at home.