Trusting that with God all things I possible I took the leap of faith closing my eyes and hoping for the best. I felt my feet smack the ground, as I landed the front flip. I rose up and stood straight with my fellow student raising my arm as if I had won a great battle, the crowd went insane roaring as I ripped out my outer shirt and threw it to the crowd. It was better than I had envisioned it. My left ankle was sprained a little but the pain is temporary and glory lasts forever.
These supplies were located in the Mundung-ni Valley, just west of Heartbreak Ridge (Loudermilk, 2017). According to General Robert N. Young, (the 2nd Division Commander,) previous attempts to take Heartbreak Ridge had been a “fiasco” due to lack of full commitment and inadequate organization of Artillery support (Hermes, 1992, p. 92). The new strategy, under the code name, “Operation Touchdown”, would be a coordinated attack between the 9th Infantry, the 23rd & 38th Regiments, and the 72nd Tank Battalion; with full Artillery support from all divisions (Hermes, 1992, p. 92). In preparation for Operation Touchdown, General Young required fire plans to be submitted from all Battalions which documented how they intended to use their armor, automatic weapons, small arms & mortars during the operation. This was to ensure the full and effective use of all available firepower (Hermes, 1992, p.
CHAPTER TEN Frantic Flight to Yellow Rock Jacob charged across the crest, his feet beating divots into the dirt. “Come on!” We bolted down the far side of the rock face toward the creek, the three of us slipping on crumbling stones until we hit level ground and could climb onto our horses. I was sure Seth’s horse, Promise, was going to barrel straight up the ridge, but she veered sharply to the right and galloped off in the opposite direction.
I ran toward the edge of the set and leaped. My fingers met the cold steel of the batten. Reaching my arm out, I grabbed onto the edge of the catwalk and pulled myself to safety. Coming to my senses, I
He quickly wrote down a letter of help and handed it to Alexander, who was now talking with a messenger from Rome. “Don’t worry, it is just another tremor!” cried Abraham “Are you sure Pater?” stammered Abia, now hugging himself in the corner, praying that he would live.
Unfurling from the pages, battles came to life. Siege towers thundered as they rolled towards walls, crackling as handfuls of them were set alight by defenders. War cries filled
He was brave and strong and lunged across the fire to punch Carl. Carl dropped the bird. Aaron yelled “Cossacks!” he screamed. “You're all Cossacks!”