Personal Narrative-Aesthetic Soldier

Would you put your life before others? At first, it’s an easy answer. Most people say they would, but how many of you will take action when that moment comes? Maybe you’ll just freeze up and not know what to do. It takes courage to be willing to throw yourself in peril. Simply stated, Courage is honor and commitment in action. Many American Heroes throughout history have shown this courage, but one specific marine exemplified these values, Jacklyn H. Lucas. His determination, honor, and commitment led to his display of courage and selflessness.

A Vietnam vet? Where am I going to find a Vietnam vet for this assignment? When I first learned about this interview assignment, I did not know what to write about of who to interview. Until I remembered that my grandfather name Felix Ruiz went to the Vietnam War. My grandfather was born in San Sebastian, Puerto Rico in 1938. He came to the United States in 1957. He was 19 years old when he first came to the United States. Later, he looked for a job to start working and he told me he worked at this company called the bookbinder. He went to school but for a while, he said, he never really like school. In 1958, Army recruiters were looking for people to join the Army for the War in Vietnam, one of the recruiter ran towards my grandpa and told my grandpa if he likes the military and he said yes, but he told the recruiter that he do not have time for that right now. However, one day my grandpa made the decision to join the Army and go to War. Today, I am to inform about this great interview that I had with my grandfather Felix Ruiz during getting enlisted in the Army during the 1960s.

On March 5, 1770, British soldiers fired into a crowd on King’s Street in Boston. Five people died and the soldiers were charged with murder. The events of the Boston Massacre made the colonies hunger for independence even stronger, however I believe that the soldiers are not guilty of committing murder. I will prove through historical accounts and eyewitness testimony that the British Soldiers are indeed not guilty of murder, but were acting purely out of self-defense.

The year was 1861 and the first battle had already begun. The country was now divided as two teams, the confederates and the unions. I wasn’t looking forward to the upcoming battle that was about to happen. I sat in my tent in silence, thinking about what might happen. Starting to feel uneasy about this battle I grabbed my rifle for comfort. It felt weird that I look at my gun as a safe object. I laid back and sighed. I let my guard down for too long, I needed to get it up again.

On July 5th, 1914 I was drafted into the army. I went to the airport to get on a plane to fly to europe. When I arrived on July 8th, 1914, I went to go speak with the general on what my position and where I would be fighting in the war. General Douglas told my i'm on the front line and will be the first to fight, and i will be holding a Lee-enfield, which is a service rifle. He told me were I will be sleeping for the next few weeks until the war starts. I was walking to my tent then someone called out at me. I looked over and he introduced himself as James wilson the third. He told me i would be fighting with him on the frontline. After I had talked to him for at least ten minutes I went to my tent and went to sleep.

One incident I can recount when I experienced failure was when I joined Cross Country. Since, I can remember I have always excelled at everything I did, from my academics to dance class to music lessons. When I entered into my freshman year of high school, I decided I would to join an athletic team in order to keep myself occupied outside of academics. I figured joining a sport would be another good attribute to add to my resume. Initially, my mind was set to join the soccer team. However, I found out there weren’t any openings available. The only team that had an opening was The Cross Country Team. I was terrified…my parents encouraged me to join as there wasn’t an option not to.

Adversity is something that causes someone issues,problems,and difficulties. It affects everyone in a different way, it could make someone turn their life around or lead to more problems. In the short story “The Most Dangerous Game”, by Richard Connell, the character Rainsford was being faced with a challenge that put his life at risk. Rainsford got stranded on an island where he met General Zaroff who was planning to hunt him. Luckily, Rainsford was an experienced hunter, but The General had a lot more resources. In “The Sniper”, by Liam O’Flaherty, the main character has to protect himself from other gunfire that was being shot at him, while already being shot. During this time he had to stay covered and find a way to get off the roof without

The battlegrounds of the war were as repulsive as my hands, stained and cracked with dried blood that had turned into a murky brown. The acrid stench of gunpowder burned my nostrils along with the smell of blood. I rubbed my hands in cold water but the filth just wouldn’t go away. It clung to me like ivy, and I wondered if the poison would mar me forever.

Between 1770 and 1790, the colonists toss off the British rule to create a new nation and an essential form of government based on the idea that people have their own rights to govern themselves. The American Revolution was started from many causes that included major battles, such as the Boston Tea Party, the battle of Concord & Lexington. There are much more causes that led to this.

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It 's been a 5 months since the attack on New York. I barely made it out of there alive. I went into the battle nervous but excited my friends by my side Arnold Pennywise, and George Cream. We were ready to face the battle head on. We did not expect them to be so many. I don’t even know if Arnold and George survived it was a massacre. The first five minutes into the battle we we getting slaughtered. By the end of the battle I had lost site of George and Arnold. I was shot in the leg and was crawling to get away. If it wasn’t for this nice family that took me in I know i would have died. A month later I was healed and back with the Continental army. I’ve been training ever since. But now we are going into the battle of Trenton. I was freezing cold. I didn 't even know at time that it was Christmas. Commander George had me and a group of soldiers go into camp to spy.

All over town, there are these notices that are being put, the most noticeable one being ‘Your country needs you!. They are all over the place! I 've seen them while in transit to the store and on the dividers of a great deal of structures. They all publicize the continuous war occurrence at this time. I think they are being put all over the place in light of the fact that insufficient individuals are agreeing to the war. They are notwithstanding attempting to advance war on the TV and radio. Despite the fact that I once in a while hear it out in light of the fact that I don 't have the chance, at whatever point I do, I find out about how respectable war is.

Staff Sargent Jimmy Stewart was born on December 25, 1942 in West Virginia and died on May 18, 1966. He enlisted in the army in 1960 in Ashland, Kentucky. During the Vietnam war, He was assigned to Bco 2-12CAV 1st Cavalry Division. He is best remembered for posthumously receiving the medal of honor. His citation reads as such,

Fear struck the community, this dark and stormy night. Things came in stages and out of nowhere. We begin our remembrance ceremony here today with broken hearts in this town in which about 3 weeks ago, this place became the site for yet again another fatal shooting. About half the community killed in a deadly mass shooting in this dome. As we stand here in this ceremony joined by victims and community with points of light shining in the darkness. In this place that this horrific scene occurred. As we hear over the loudspeakers “I don’t believe that this insane team of monsters, should have ever been able to obtain a firearm”. The ceremony ended and I get a flashback of a message that was sent to me before I knew that this war and mass shooting had occurred. The message reads people are being shot in my room and dying. My jaw hit the ground. From then on I didn’t know if my sister was dead or alive. I never thought this would happen to me as a sister.

I walk on the dry dirt, looking at a huge billboard saying, “Santa Clara Paintball”. I was at my friend’s birthday party with others that I already knew. I was with two of my friends, Jason and someone else. I couldn’t remember the name, but i remember him from other events. When we were walking, we were all smiling and excited to go paintballing.