Personal Narrative-Iraq War Veteran And Wounded Warrior

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. We were able to pass over the Huns front trenches with ease. During the initial push we even caught a Hun with his pants in his hands, they were just getting up!

Have you ever felt alone or isolated from the world? Well from being in middle school, I’ve learned that some people feel as if the world revolved around them. They do things they never would’ve done. Yet, they still do it just to try to fit in the crowd. From many experiences, I have learned that it’s ok to not be with the crowd since the crowd isn’t always the best option. Although, many times I feel isolated and as if no one will catch me if I fall. This relates to some people in the book Al Capone Does My Shirts written by Gennifer Choldenko.

At the age of 11, I move from California to Toronto. The move brought many hardships that still have an impact to this day. Moving meant not being able to see my lifelong best friend daily and also resulted in not having a relationship with my father, until recently. This also meant having to leave the only place I knew, and familiarizing myself with new scenery, new street names and a new house. Not only did I leave the town I grew up in, but I left what I feel was a better educational system. Growing up, I attended Stratford School, which I believe set me on the right path in terms of how I thought of education. Although the curriculum was advanced and the instruction strict, I was taught to have high expectations and to always improve myself, values I subconsciously live by to this day.

It seemed as though my life was being dictated by others, more than before. The phrase “beauty lies in perfection” was always stored in my head and in order to “fit in”, I must act in a certain manner. At the age of 14, I was now in middle school. I had always been a shy person, which this transition harder for me to adjust too. I didn't want to hold a full conversation with anyone in my class unless they were the one to approach me. From this day, I still remember how lonely I felt and how badly I wanted to be accepted. I dreaded to go to recess because I wasn't sure what type of crowd I would “ fit in” with. As I walked in class, I saw everyone divided into various cliques and eventually I found myself every week trying to fit in with a different one. I tried my best to act like those kids in order to fit in, I changed so many things such as my attitude, my clothing, my hairstyles and how I spoke in the span of one year. I was so desperate to feel like I was not alone and had real friends that I basically would’ve done anything for others to like me. This was a stage in which I desperately wished I could have weave in my hair and look like all the other

Throughout life we face obstacles that changes us as individuals in way that leaves an indelible impact. My greatest obstacle occurred when my mother was deployed for nine months with the Army. During the nine months, my brother, who was twenty-two at the time, and an older lady who was a family friend were my primary caretakers. My father did not live with us so he was not a big factor while she was gone. My Mom is like a best friend to me. I talk to her about everything that happens in my life. It was difficult not having this connection with her for the nine months.

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.

A disturbance in a Tuesday morning routine was a change of a lifetime: my brief car-ride nap was interrupted by a crash, then, the jarring of the ambulance. It was an unexpected awakening. Sixth grade social studies and spelling tests had to be put aside, as the rest of my day would be filled with the beeps of machines and chatter of scrub-clad trauma nurses. Suddenly, my mind was back in my body - and my first conscious words were my complaints of the uncomfortable neck brace, followed by my request to remove it. The nurses exchanged concerned looks. I would see those same eyes in my aunt when she visited me in the ICU, but the difference is that one look was worried for possible neck injury, and the latter was telling the news of my father’s death.

So far, my life has been full of change. I was born in, India, and moved around for many of the early years of my life. I went from, Toronto, Dayton, Cincinnati, Wheaton, and finally, Elk Grove Village, in a six-year span of my life. These formative years were great for me because my parents always pushed me to do my best. Academically, I was pushed into performing the best I could such as trying my best in English class even though it was a struggle in the beginning. Socially, I was pushed into situations that I had to adapt to, such as changing schools every couple years. I was also pushed physically into trying everything I could possibly be comfortable with to see what I enjoy doing. These challenges helped form who I am and pushed me to

I was born in Iraq, then moved out when I was about six years old. My country was getting worse and worse over the years so, we decided to move to Syria than to California. Coming to California was really difficult for me. I was bullied a lot, many people told me to ¨go back to your country.¨ I was bullied for the way I looked and dressed because I was born in Iraq until now no one expects me for the way I am. I was a child when I moved to California and it was really hard for me to attend school because of the bullies who told me I 'm not good enough and that I should ¨go back to Iraq to get killed.¨ I was struggling a lot in school. My grades were not good at all because I had no focus on school, but on the students who build me. Students

For the piece of literature that has most affected me and my education, I chose the song Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2 by George Watsky. In it, he contemplates the objectivity and subjectivity of life, as well as many other issues within himself. I chose this piece because it made me realize that even if we don 't mean much to the world, it 's okay to think that your life is important, and thinking this is the key to success.

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. My family felt threatened by all the violence the country was in. That's when my family and I fled to Syria for limited time intel the country's condition could get better. When we came back to iraq at that time the security conditions in Iraq were terrible They got from bad to worse. One evening a massive shooting occurred near our

When I was thirteen years old, I found out that my dad had PTSD. Me being a little girl I did not understand what PTSD was. My dad has been in the Army for twenty-two years and has seen a lot of traumatic things which has caused him to have PTSD. PTSD is a Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) which is a type of anxiety disorder. It can occur after you have gone through an extreme emotional trauma that involved the threat of injury or death.

Just two years ago, if someone would have told me that I would have a 3.9 GPA in college and that I would have dreams that are close to coming true, I would have laughed straight in their face. I was never truly inspired before in life, and I thought, with all the trouble that I got into in high school, that I was just a bad person, and that bad people do not get to achieve dreams. I was confused, a mess, and I did not even know how a "troubled youth" as I was labeled, would be able to do successfully in life. As I stated before in this application, I was diagnosed with a lot within high school, but it does not start there. No, this all goes back to preschool, where I was actually kicked out of my preschool and was told that I required “psychiatric”

The war changed my life forever. I came from a small of Redding, Connecticut. I lived with my parents and my twin brother. We loved each other, we worked together, played together, and fought together. When we grew up we both decided to go to Yale. We both were in the our fourth year of college when the war started, 24 years old. One gloomy night I thought to myself about the war. The war was getting very serious. I thought that how about if I war. I have always wanted to be part of something big. In my mind I couldn’t decide which side I should be on. I hated the idea of slavery and decided to support the South. If my parents found out they would kill me.I told my brother and he said I am going to regret it, stick with your mind. He never told parents.

It's been five months since I first arrived in Vietnam. I just got back from the hardest mission I have ever completed. It was 27 days of striding through knee deep mud that had an unbearable smell, I couldn’t even describe it. I was carrying around a 38 kilogram bag for tens of kilometres at a time. Imagine walking to the point where you can feel nothing in your legs, you feel like you're going to collapse every step you take. Your life becomes a routine, you just rinse and repeat the same thing every day for 27 days. The nights were cold and damp, I would shiver myself to sleep on the odd occasion that I could get any.