Pop! Pop! Zoom! Whiz! I heard them and I heard them loud. Gunshots hitting the rock beside me and just flying past my ears. Out of my regiment eighty of us remained, the other twenty were shot or injured we couldn’t tell. All of us tried to stay calm and remember our training that we’ve accomplished over the three month training course. But all we could think about is, ‘Are we going to make it back to our families.’ That’s when we got the call that air reinforcements were coming and told us to throw a smoke on the enemy position, but as soon they were about to tell us the color of the smoke, a grenade landed in the pit. Along with the radio an extra five people were critically devastated by the blast and half a dozen injured. I reached for my belt to find the smokes, but they weren’t there. All of us felt the same rushing chill down our spines. Panic. As gunshots got louder, my blood was running just as fast. We all gathered up in a safe place so we wouldn’t take any more casualties. We tried to think back at our training. Um, …show more content…
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the barrel of a gun and a flash. Pop!, is what all of us heard. One single bullet to penetrate through Mike’s leg leaving a gash. As I went to go aid him, the person that shot the bullet tried to runaway, but was unlucky. A medic came to fly him out along with the rest of the injured. i was by his side from liftoff to landing. I’ve been helping with rehab ever since.
“Oh…, that’s why you go to Mike’s every two days,” replied Phil.
“Yep, he needs my help since now he can’t most things because he is in a wheelchair,” I replied with confidence. As I jumped in my car to go get some errands for Phil, then he asked a question that I wasn’t ready for.
“Do you mind if I tag along, .. you know for Mike’s sake. He was my friend too.”
“Sure why not. I could use an extra hand,” I
“[We’d have to become] extremely aggressive and we couldn’t afford to take ny more causalities” [ Belknap, 57] Lieutenant William Calley, Jr. Later testifies. After the “impromptu funeral for Sergeant Cox,”[ Belknap, 57] Captain Ernest Medina held a briefing that explained the group were to go on a search and destroy mission the next morning after being tipped off my intelligence reports and that by the time they arrive all innocent civilians should have left for the market.
When comparing wartime settings, those of World War I are terrifically more traumatic and gruesome to today's situations. By acknowledging the correlation of “PTSD” and “Shell Shock”, it grants the opportunity to take a further look into the underlying causes and descriptions of these two conditions. With “Shell Shock” being the most distinct psychological disorder, World War I soldiers faced in Erich Maria Remarque’s novel All Quiet on the Western Front, the characteristics can be viewed as very similar to today’s post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). At the time soldiers first started experiencing “Shell Shock” in World War I, it was puzzling and difficult to identify all the possibilities to why these men were experiencing such harsh
Battle of Bull Run My eyes shutter my eyelids feel heavy. I can barely keep them open. I take two deep breathes and I attempt to sit up. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my upper leg.
“No wonder Oscar always says talk is cheap, since thats all you do… It probably gets on your nerves that someone who you believe to have a disability is actually better than you.” “It’s no wonder you hate him so much.” “Shuck a cork!” Carl snapped. Just as Carl sucks his teeth at his friend he sees rustling in the bushes not too far from him and jumps.
With all of these soul-shattering, life-changing conditions, it is less of a war and more of a test of strength for the soldiers, here at Valley Forge. Some men were going home and not returning. Other men just completely deserted. Even George Washington’s position was uncertain, the members of congress didn’t trust him. Life at Valley Forge was obviously horrible, and the ugly truth is that it wouldn’t get much better.
Loud noises seemed to scare me, I have no idea why but screeching tires, Revving engines, screaming children, and even the occasional barking dog will get me on edge and paranoid. In my younger years I joined the US Air Force as a way to get away from everyday life, I just wanted to get out of the everyday monotony of work, sleep, wake, repeat. The only thing that brought me any kind of variety was my sweetheart back home, Hazel. We met in high school when I was just 17 years of age, somehow we are still together today through the night terrors and struggles I constantly suffer.
Thomas was out on the front line. I had been in this with him from the very beginning. I heard a horrific wailing noise. It was excruciating. I peered over outside to see what had happened, scared to see the truth.
A group of injured soldiers will be coming in soon, we need your help!” The sound of my name snapped me back into reality as I began gathering the necessary supplies to treat the wounded. The tent was already packed with injured men and I tried to calculate if any more would fit. When I worked, I would often ask my patients to tell me stories of the field as I tended to their injuries. It helped to keep their minds off the pain.
Fall Hike in October I’m running out of my house, slamming the door behind me and shouting, “I’m free!” at the top of my air-filled pink lungs. I get a few weird looks from the neighbors that are outside and a few from even the one’s inside but they’re used to my usual crazy outbursts. I don’t know if I should be worried by that or not.
A Silent War; The Reality of Military PTSD Louisa Rodriguez awoke to her partner Simon crying out: this awful, blood-curdling scream. “Suddenly he was back in the war zone with a gun in his hand and a woman in front of him, covered in blood. He squeezed her hand tightly and wouldn’t let go until morning.
It took 250$ and good deeds to create some doctor like me. 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.
1952 was a year that would come up and hit me in the face like a bucket of cold water. On May 29th my sister and I were at my aunt and uncle’s apartment. We were sitting at the kitchen table, well, my sister was sitting I was standing on the chair at the other end of the table. It was afternoon when my father, aunt and uncle walked in the door from visiting my mother in the hospital.
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.
Everything was blurry and I couldn’t focus on one subject. I just needed to make the pain stop. I closed my eyes slowly. Blackness. “Life’s hard being a soldier, ain’t ?”
It's viciously cold, people are sick, hunger is spreading across all two thousand huts, and that’s just the beginning. Further on, I hear gunshots being fired while soldiers are marching. Its 1777 and the Revolutionary War just started and soldiers are already retreating. I stay here and protect the soldiers from enemies while disease, hunger, and cold spread. I know why I was made and how I will serve - sheltering these warriors is the most important objective I will do.