Personal Narrative: Joining The Military

Being in the snow isn’t always fun. It is January 1, 1778 and I have been serving my term at Valley Forge. I have been very miserable which has made my experience here dreadful. I’ve finished my time as a soldier but I have the option to re-enlist or come back home. As much as I want to stay and help out the army, I’ve chosen to come back home. I have been homesick and don’t want to be so cold all the time. As good as it sounds to have freedom, I rather have a warm place to stay at and nicer clothes than I have now. Lots of sickness, too much death, and terrible conditions are the reasons why I am not going to re-enlist.

While in high school, I was enlisted into the ROTC program for three years and upon graduating from high school, I joined the Army National Guards. After that, I attended Peirce College and obtained a degree in Liberal Arts. Also, several years later, I attended Cairn University and majored in

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

Prior to starting college I served in the United States Army for around 5 years, where I gained most of my professional experience. As I’m sure one can imagine, military culture is slightly different than the typical professional environment, which results in professional expectations that are unique to the military. For example, military leaders are expected to act as supervisors and delegators of tasks. Military leaders are not expected to be involved in the work themselves, and in some cases, working alongside a lower enlisted soldier may even be considered inappropriate. My story involves a military leader, Sergeant K (SGT K), who not only refused to work alongside his soldiers, but failed to supervise the soldiers as they worked.

My life as a military brat has not always been easy. In the last 19 years, I have moved five different times and dealt with my father deploying for months at a time. Moving is hard on military families because of having to meet new people, figuring out where to go to school, etc. Every military child is unique in their own way, whether it 's because of the different experiences he or she has attained from moving, the different cultures/languages, or even meeting new people. This would not be possible if his or her parent didn’t make the decision to go into the military.

Have you ever just thought about going to other countries and being able to say you served your country over there? Well I have and that is what I plan on doing right after High school. I am going to go to the Marine Corps and serving my country the way I feel I have to serve it.

Eight years ago I walked into a Navy recruiter's office and said, " If I join today, when is the soonest I can go to boot camp?" I did not know what to expect. However I was sure of one thing, and that was that I wanted to join the United States Navy. As those eight years ensued, the Navy began to mold me physically and mentally. Some of the changes I underwent were positive, and others were rather uncouth. Some effects of being in the military were abrupt, and others occurred gradually over time. It seemed like every time I looked around the Navy was reshaping some aspect of my life. Life in the military has had multiple effects on me.

In my life I have faced some extremely trying experiences and, from them, learned some very valuable lessons. My father, SPC Theodore “TJ” Ingemanson, an Iraq War Veteran and Wounded Warrior, passed unexpectedly, from injuries he suffered during his deployment for Operation Iraqi Freedom. I was twelve years old. Two months after this devastating event, my mother was sent to prison for choices she made that impacted our lives in a negative way. Life, as I knew it, became a chaotic tailspin, changing rapidly and drastically. I moved in with my father’s aunt and uncle, as it is the home where he grew up, and they were the ones that my family trusted and knew they would provide a strong, stable, and loving home. Aunt Rose and Uncle Bob are the people that have

Coming from BCT to my unit was a big change. You go from standard military bearing to a laid back informal style. I arrive to my unit in July of 2008, from that point until January 2010 was spent training for a deployment. Now there is nothing that can prepare you for a deployment. You can go through all the briefings and all the trainings you want but nothing will prepare you for it. The day came to board the bus set out for a foreign country. I little about me first I am a very keep to myself person. I show zero emotion, as when I was a child I was poked fun at for showing any type of emotion. Once I boarded that bus I broke down and started to cry. I more I thought about it the more uneasy I became. I had to hold it together for

Growing up in a single parent military family I spent a lot of time away from my mom. When she would have to go away, my sister and I would stay with our mom’s friends or co-workers for weeks at a time. So when my husband came home, and told me that he thought joining the military would be a good move for our family, it was a difficult decision for me. However, we were struggling in our current situation. We were young parents without high school diplomas trying to make it on our own with our two daughters, and it was becoming harder and harder to find a steady job to support ourselves. I knew that we needed to do something to better ourselves, and provide our children with a fair opportunity to choose a direction for their lives. We made the

Diversity has been an integral part of the fabric of my life. Growing up as an Army Brat was very multi faceted. One of the most positive elements was the exposure I received in my schools and on post. My childhood neighborhoods were rich with different cultures, races and religious backgrounds. Many of my oldest friends share unique traditions that to the average town, would seem remarkable and even unfathomable. Being exposed to these different types of people has prepared me for relations with people unlike me in the future. I believe that my experiences with those of different cultures will lead me to be a successful cadet at the Academy.

Military children have many strengths that they develop throughout their life in the “fortress” although, it is not one without consequences. They spend their entire youth in service to this country and no one will ever know who they are (Hall 2008). They have to sacrifice more than most at a young age. Most military kids know right from wrong, they take their responsibilities

I live in pecatonica Illinois a small town that is located near rockford. I am in 8th grade and I am 13. My favorite thing to do is target shooting with my dad I go to competitions and do really good. I was trained by my dad he is a police officer he used to be in the army stationed in korea his job there was to fix and drive tanks for the army and has some funny stories. like one he was spinning on the ice with the tank until the track popped off and he had to fix it on the ice.

It’s April 2004 and my husband just received to Okinawa Japan. His orders are accompanied: meaning we, myself and our three children included, are moving to Japan. We had five short months to get our affairs in order before embarking on our journey. Mentally I was a wreck; shock, fear, and excitement a daily part of the prepping process. I found myself worried for our children: ages four, six, and eight, who were too young to comprehend the events about to take place. Moving to a foreign country on military orders is a mentally and physically exhausting experience; one that requires obtaining the appropriate documents and appointments, saying goodbye to everyone you know, and traveling half way around the world.

It doesn’t get easier. It won’t get easier. It’s been 12 years since he passed yet despite everything it still aches just as it did the second I found out. I wish I could go back in time to that morning. I woke up and found him at the table, writing. God, that’s all he did. He wrote and wrote and wrote. I would read his writings for the rest of my life just to feel a little closer to him again. I tried to persuade him to come back to bed, but he refused. He assured me he would be back soon. He called it a meeting. Why couldn’t he be honest with me? Alex never liked duels. He hated to get involved in any. Why did he get involved in this one? I hate Burr. He should have known Alexander would never shoot him. He should have known not to do it. He should have known that the world was wide enough for both of them. Why didn’t he know that?