It says, man, you got wax in your ears. It says, poor bastard, you 'll never know—wrong frequency—you don 't even want to hear this. Then they salute the fucker and walk away, because certain stories you don 't ever tell,” (O’Brien 56) as a result of their loss of sanity and rational state of mind. The experience of the soldiers in “How to Tell a True War Story” illustrates an example of how events can affect the psyche and lead to long-term concerns of
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.
Life at Valley Forge Brave, have no fear of someone or something. American soldiers represent bravery. The huts of the soldiers were very long and wide. The fireplace was in acceptable condition. No beds in the huts just straw and mud.
It was hot. I stood on the side of a dusty gravel road of southeast Texas feeling the sun press down on my neck and back. Underneath my helmet, sweat was slowly collecting on my forehead and moving down my cheeks as if to escape from the sweltering heat. The sweat left streaks in the camouflage paint that covered my face. From a distance, I thought my face must look like river tributaries, such as those seen from space. Braced across my back were a forty-pound duffle bag and my M-16 rifle that had been my kindred friend throughout the last seventy-two hours. Only six miles separated me from the relief of the relentless September sun. It was black-flag weather, too hot for any kind of outdoor activity, but for the United States Air Force, September 9th, 1999 was an exception to the rule.
I woke up in the camp tent for the first time to the sound of rifles shooting. I arrived yesterday and I could see the soldiers training, that’s mostly what they do here. From dawn to dusk, until the light is gone, they train. Well, that and gambling of course. I am in Sharpsburg, Maryland and it is September 16, 1862. I volunteered to be a nurse for the Union Army so that I can help my country; just like my brother who enlisted for the army. I have heard of great women who have been named heroes because of their bravery in the war, so I decided that I want to be one of them. I’m not sure I have what it takes, I remember not even my own mother believed in me. The Union Army is here to destroy the rebels for trying to take our capitol, and we will succeed.
One of the most challenging experiences I have faced came to me in my JROTC program. In my junior year of high school, I was promoted to the rank of cadet sergeant major and given more responsibilities than I have ever had. I was thrown into a situation that I was unprepared for and given no training on my position. I was given the task to start and maintain a marksmanship team, while supervising the program’s supply room. At first, I was completely over whelmed, and did not know how to perform my duties, because I could not be in two places at once. Everyday, I had to set up the target range for marksmanship, and make sure the other cadets where ready to shoot and knew the safety procedures, all while making sure other cadets where able to
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
I believe in the act of paying it forward, and treating others the way you want to be treated in the midst of it. Ever since I was a little girl, I always had a heart to help anyone that I was able to. I hated seeing others down, making it seem as if I was higher than them when I had nothing. I believed that if I was in their shoes, I would want someone to help me. Seeing homeless people on the side of the streets sad, hungry, desperate for just a bite of a sandwich or even a couple dollars to get them by for the next few days, made me realize how much I want to help people who are in need. This is the reason I am becoming a nurse practitioner and become apart of The National Guard.
SGT. Barrett and I contacted a suspicious vehicle in the parking lot that was parked in an unlit area at approximately 2300 hours. Once outside of our vehicle I started flanking toward the right side of the white Nissan Maxima, as the windows were darked out. SGT. Barrett went to the driver side of the vehicle, where the door was ajar, with a male sitting in the driver's seat with his feet planted on the ground I heard what sounded like a dense metal object fall onto the pavement from the driver's side of the vehicle. Immediately after the object fell on to the pavement, SGT. Barrett started yelling commands to the male not to pick the item up. I immediately unholsered my side arm. SGT. Barrett advised me that the male had a gun. I moved to SGT. Barretts side, where I saw a small black handgun on the pavement between the drivers feet. I pointed my firearm at the male with my finger indexed on the slide. SGT. Barrett continured to command the male to put his hands on the top of the door frame.
Late 2005 I was assigned to 2-35 Infantry Regiment, 25th Infantry Division, Schofield Barracks, HI. I re-enlisted into the Army after almost a three year break in service. On my previous enlistment, I served in the 505th Parachute Infantry Regiment from the 82nd Airborne Division. All the new soldiers to include myself were standing in formation waiting on the Battalion Command Sergeant Major (CSM) to speak to us. I was the only Private First Class with a Combat Infantryman Badge, an Expert Infantryman Badge, and a combat deployment to Afghanistan. The CSM began by welcoming us to the unit and asking who wanted to go to the Scout Platoon. Several of us in the formation raised our hands. The CSM looked at my right shoulder and saw my
I joined the Marine Corps on 21 August 2008. My primary MOS is Fixed-wing aircraft safety equipment mechanic, KC-130. As a Safety equipment mechanic I am required to troubleshoot, isolate, and repair survival equipment aboard the kc 130J/MV-22 platforms.
Growing up in Iraq in the era between the gulf war, Iran war, and Iraq war with the United state was a challenge for me, but it was not harder challenge than all what my parents went through to keep me and my siblings safe and sound. My mother is one of the strongest people that I have came cross in my life. She was and still the best mother, teacher, and my best friend. She graduated from Al Mosul University in Iraq as a Mechanical Engineer. Being a daughter of graduated mother will always push me to complete my education and go even further to earn my master degree too.
People form and change based on the events that they experience within their lives. How people react to these experiences is what creates a person’s personality and individuality. The most formative experiences I have had was my involvement with JROTC. JROTC taught me how to be a leader and improved my social skills so that I could become the man I am today.
Introduction While helping my mom set up for Veterans Day, I was in charge of meeting with the Veterans and helping them get their visitor passes into the elementary school. The turn out was great, many veterans showed up in a variety of ages. I met with the oldest veteran there and helped him get situated before the parade began. World War 2 Veteran