It was time. Mom was bawling her eyes out and dad was trying to keep a straight face. I was a nervous wreck, shaking as I boarded the aircraft. The hardest goodbye yet. I wasn’t expecting to cry when the closed the hatch to the plane, but I shed a few tears. I quickly wiped them away so the boys wouldn’t see. I fell asleep to hopefully block out the terrible thoughts I had running through my mind about upcoming events. We were all terrified when we finally landed in Afghanistan, but no one showed it. We quickly went to work. Everyday I was presented with new sights. I was a gunman so I walked through and saw some tremendous things. Abandoned places, remnants of old buildings that were blown up by bombs, and many homeless people who were stranded …show more content…
My heart yearned out for them, but I knew we had to keep moving. Not 10 seconds later we saw the enemies and we started war. There was bullets flying everywhere. I was on the end of the line and if I would have moved a hair to the left I would’ve been pelted with a sheet of bullets. One of the enemies threw a foreign looking object over to our base. Exactly 10 seconds after it contact with the sand beneath us, it exploded. The little kids were standing right beside our base, looking for shelter. In those split 10 seconds I had, I had to make a move to protect those kids. So I threw my body over the kids. The bomb was about ten feet away from us. When it went off, My entire body felt numb, I couldn’t feel anything. I blacked out. I was going in and out of consciousness. Before I went out for good I looked down at my feet and saw that my legs were gone and I had pieces of metal in my …show more content…
She said yes of course. We were made for eachother. Our wedding wasn’t very big but it was what she wanted. It was my mom and a few friends and a couple of her family members and friends. It was a very peaceful day. My mom was so proud of me. She told me that dad would have been so so proud. We moved to a log cabin by a river. It had a beautiful view. It was perfect for the kids we were planning to adopt. We went to St. Mary Jo’s Orphanage and signed for the two kids that I saved, Sybrina and Abia. Sybrina was 4 and Abia was 5. They seemed very happy that they were going to be living with us. It took about 6 months before the adoption to go through. When the adoption was finally accepted they came to live in the cabin with us. It took them a couple of months to adjust to the new surroundings but they seemed very happy after. There wasn’t a day that I went by that I thought about my father. Somedays I would go out on the lake and just think about him. I had his letters framed in my hallway. My mom would call every once and awhile to check up on us. She only lived about 2 miles away from the house so we went over there all the time to eat dinner with her. The kids loved her and she loved the kids. So me and Sarah would leave them over there and go do something together. We were living a happy
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There are families in tears as I look around. Half of the building was demolished and crumbled. The dust clouds in the air from the destruction are crowding around me. Brandon our 3-year-old and Rebecca our 2-year-old were in the building when the bomb went off. The entire floor the daycare was located on was blown to pieces.
And look here how I have just barely survived in one piece. I thank the lord and the heavens for my safety and the hope of our encounter soon. However, before burying this nightmare to the deepest part of my soul I must tell you the story of how it affected our people dear
Seventeen Acres There had always been one week every year that was very special to me. It would start out as a joyful car ride and transform into a long, eventful road trip. The final destination that we would arrive at sixteen dreadful hours later was a warm, petite home located on seventeen acres of property in a little town known as Smithers. As my parents, younger brother, and I pulled up in the driveway, my Papa would be ready to greet each of us with a warm hug. We didn 't see each other often, therefore we made the most of the time that we had.
Ever since she had muttered at me, I felt different. I’ve been doing things for other people that I normally wouldn’t. Whatever anyone says I have this urge to do it. Like yesterday when Marlana asked me to go and buy her some food. So I got up, drove to Malden and bought some food for her, then went back and gave it to Marlana.
Take, fill, write, hand. The routine stuck in my head from repeating it so many times. As I start wiping the counter and closing out the register, the little bell rings above the door. Looking up towards the sound, I see a blond head of hair making his way to the furthest table in the corner of the shop.
I don 't remember much of the foster home besides when she hit us and other bad stuff .I don 't even remember when I got to go home i just know that it was right before i turned 9 that I got to go home. My older sister didn’t get to come home from her dad’s until she was 15. But yeah that 's the story of foster care. And if you were wondering, Mary has a different dad than
“I was putting my children to bed when suddenly my whole house began to shake violently. As I looked out the window, I saw the fire and objects had been blown up into the sky. Then, the puff of smoke from the explosion rolled up into the air and the ash started to cover the houses of the city.” What was your thought at that moment? “I was not sure what had happened, but I was very scared and did not know what to do or where to go.
All i see is mud AA guns Mortar weapons. Everything you could imagine on a battlefield. I was eating dinner in a trench bunker i got my food and sat next to James. He asked if i was ready for the war to start. He also added if i was scared to die.
After 7 long years that i have been a soldier in war I can finally come home. I am almost here i can’t wait to see my girls again, My beautiful wife and my now 9 year old daughter. It has been so hard in the war especially without them, i’ve lost so many friends right next to me in battle. It was one of the many horrible things that i wish didn’t happen in war. I joined the war in the first place because of the stupid “join or die!” thing.
Dear friends, dear listeners, dear parents, dear children and most important of all, dear audience who is gathering today, this evening 1 week after 9/11 attack. One week after the most terrifying, insane and most inhumanely terror attack ever seen in our History. We are all gathering praying for the innocent people who tragically lost their lives. Many of us lost a part of our heart, a part that belongs to the innocent who is no longer here. Hopefully they will end up a way better and beautiful place than here, let us pray for that.
I can hear their screams echoing in my head why I am reflecting. The life changing war was a battle for freedom. The crazy, spiteful Dr. Dawson, with one eye, each week we would have a community meeting, a glass barrel would appear with all our names on it. This gave the chance for 7 people at random to be taken away and become the guinea pig to a new powerful substance that could ruin everything. We didn’t know what we were getting chosen for.