I heard Glenda tell Mom that since 9/11, she felt that John was experiencing those old urges, and she was worried that his old habits might resurface. I knew that she seemed worried about the new couple my mom invited, and I changed the subject back to the pervert. I said to Leo, “If we ever meet a three hundred pound hair lip, I’ll have you do all the talking.” “You are an asshole.” “I am what I am,” I said.
Pop! Pop! Zoom! Whiz! I heard them and I heard them loud.
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.
I was a coward who spent most of my time in a dark cave reminiscing on my failure as a friend. As dark as the cave was, so was my mind. There were so many things I was afraid to shine a light on, but one needed to be remembered. There was this man I liked so much that I couldn't help waving his thoughts out of my mind. Kevin Bigger, dark, tall, and agile with a rectangular face structure; he was ready to serve.
“The rumbling of the trucks was the first thing I heard in the morning. Then some shouting, but it was still muffled. Mama had ran to where I lay on the cot under the burlap blanket she had made. She started yelling, which she never does. Aus dem Bett aufstehen!
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.
The 6:00 am alarm rings. I do not budge. 10 minutes pass. 15 minutes pass. 30 minutes pass.
I’ve felt a lot of pain in my life. Physical pain, Mental pain. Just, pain! I have suffered with anxiety, I have had sleep troubles, I have grieved. But I can imagine the pain, or sorrow, confusion or despair that lurks out there on the battlefield.
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.
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.
On August 29, 2005, a category five hurricane, named Hurricane Katrina struck the city of New Orleans and destroyed everything in its path. As all the other residents of New Orleans, I was one of the people who experienced this horrible disaster. No one ever predicts that this kind of thing will ever happen to them. Everyone has their story about what happened to them during Hurricane Katrina, but I am going to tell you about my experience and how to affected my life.
Front sight alignment, high firm pistol grip, breath control, slow steady squeeze and follow through. Tools utilized by Marines on the battlefield known today as the war on terror. During times of war we are faced with many difficult decisions that kick into overdrive almost as if pulling a tractor trailer up a hill until we finally over heat and explode. Do we follow through? Pull the trigger?
When I enlisted in the army, I never comprehended the atrocities I would come face to face with. The war is brutal and I cannot even keep track of how long I have been out here serving my country. Do I regret my decision? Most certainly not, but at times I do wonder what life would have been like if I had just never gone. I am about to write about the conditions I have faced and they are rather disturbing so be prepared.
When I was seven, I asked my mom why she had come to America from Ethiopia. She told me that she had come so that I could have things that she didn’t, get the education she couldn’t, and see and do things she wouldn’t. I told her that I was going to make her proud and even though I was seven, I was stubborn, and set my goals high and worked hard. I will forever remember my mother crying as I got my college acceptance letters. Now, as a junior at Old Dominion College as an international affairs major, I’m setting to make her proud again.
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.
