My Trip to Iraq We’ve all heard the saying that the journey is worth more than the destination, but is it really though? From the past experience, I can assure you that that’s not always the case. My last trip to Iraq was very unreal, in both a bad and good way. The trip, or the “journey” there, was one of the most tiring trips I ever had. But before I start, this story is narrated by me, Zahraa Hassan. I am average height but feel short and I am on my phone at all times. So, it all started off when my parents Enas Dkhan and Rasoul Hassan decided that we go to Iraq during summer break that year. Enas Dkhan, my mom, is the kindest person in the world, and is on the average height with an average build. Rasoul Hassan, is my dad, is the most …show more content…
May 21st, 2015. The whole house was buzzing with excitement because the day had finally come! We were all as busy as worker bees getting all the final touches ready before we left our house. After all of the work we did at home earlier, we still had a lot of work ahead of us. The next step for us was to pack all of our luggage into our car. We took the family van with us so we can fit all of the luggage into the back. When we packed and secured all of our bags in the trunk, we left off to go to my Aunt Rawaa’s house so we can pick them up. So we went to their house and picked them up and put their luggage in the back. We were all very excited and were all talking about what we want to do as soon as we get to Iraq. I personally was excited to visit Dubai. I have seen many pictures of Dubai and it looks very beautiful. We drove for what felt like forever until we got to the airport. Although we got to the airport four hours early, we still rushed to get everything done so we wouldn’t miss the plane which was ironic. After we got all of our luggage shipped off, passports checked, and went through security, we finally sat down in the room where we could board the plane from. We all passed the time by doing random things until it was time to board the plane. I was texting my best friend at the time. When we got ready to board the plane, the airport announced that our plane was going to be delayed because of plane turbulence. We were really upset, but we tried not to let it get the best of us. We were expected to leave after two
Thesis: The war overseas, but there are millions of veterans still fighting the war at home.
"RUN!!" I heard a fellow soldier screaming as I looked around. "RUN!" I started to take off but I was too late. I am an American soldier and I just got my leg blown off by a grenade. As I lay here crying, yelling out in pain, I think about why I am even here. The president thought that Saddam Hussein MIGHT have had weapons of mass destruction (WMD), so he sent me here to die. After we searched and found that Hussein did not have any WMDs, what did President Bush decide to do? Send more troops (SIRS).
Since time began there has always been conflict. Whether it be religious, race oriented, or conflict over land. Conflicts have lead countries and nations to amass armies. While some armies are small, others may be vast in size. No matter the size of the Army they all have one thing in common… their Soldiers. As Non-Commissioned Officers we would be without a profession if we did not take care of, and retain our Soldiers. Through their mishaps and mistakes it is our job to lead them as they will, hopefully, be taking over our position as they climb the ladder to becoming the next great leader we aspire them to become. However, as in life, there are always trials and tribulations that come with life in the Military. We have all had Soldiers with
As I stood there exhausted holding a blank stare with my arms to my sides and the sound of mumbling in the background, I only heard three words of the entire training brief my supervisor gave us, “time for chow!” I immediately snapped back to it and walked in the same direction as my teammates. As I walked, I looked ahead of the group for the best place to get out of the 103-degree hot Texas sun. I seen a tree and a stump that would be great to rest my back on and it had plenty of shade. When I arrived at the stump, I set my rifle down and quickly took off my training gear that felt like an extra body hanging on my shoulders. At the same moment that I felt like I could take a break from the training day and let my guard down, I heard one of
To some people, it is only noise but to me, it was a whole new world. I can still remember the first time I heard a round whiz past my ear, the cars passing by, or SSG Blue yelling at me to get down. At that moment, I realized that I was not training anymore. I was made aware that everything and everyone were out to kill me. I kept telling myself, “I shouldn’t be here.” Mentally, I can hear my mother in the background crying just as the day she did when she found out I joined the military. My life was not the same nor will it ever be the same. In my first combat tour I learned the importance of life, how to mentally prepare myself for the worst outcomes, and I learned how to be a great leader.
It was supposed to be my last tour in Afghanistan, I had been over here for about three years now. The last time I saw my little girl she was just learning how to walk, now her mother tells me she’s on the kindergarten soccer team. I think that’s the worst part about being in this situation. Not being able to be a dad. Helping with math homework that is due tomorrow, giving a referee an ear full at a little league game, or scaring the living shit out of a teenage boy who brings her home a little too late are just a few of the perks of fatherhood I will never get to experience. It’s really too bad that it had to end this
It is not every day you see a three-year-old walking around the park or grocery store clutching the soggy ear of a plush Winnie the Pooh that has been sucked on in one hand, and a photograph of a disabled veteran in the other. Nonetheless, if you were in my neighborhood that is exactly what you would have seen.
Today when I woke, I was expecting my son to be asleep. That wasn't the case. Today was his first race. Now here we were, at the track, race about to start, everyone was lined up ready to run. *bang* The starting gun went off. Like a bolt of lightning, everything came flashing back to me.
Ahmed 1 Alhussain Ahmed Marry Dubbe ENF 16 march 2016 DfgdfgfdgdfgdfgAn American college professor from the State of Maine, who volunteered during the American Civil War said, "Let me say no danger and no hardship ever makes me wish to get back to that college life again." As a result of growing up in Iraq , I have learned how to deal with the dangerous situation , after many of my friends and my family relatives lost their lives in mysterious circumstances my family took a decision to travel to the dream land the united states of America After we’ve been waiting for three years (the refugees process) finally they accepted us as refugees and they told us we’ve to be ready to move during the next month. Everybody in my family was happy although
We got off from plane and headed towards the exit. My cousins and my family case worker were already their waiting for us. I was so shocked and the same time I was so happy to meet with my cousins after 6 years. This days too when I went to airport reminds me of that day. We collect bags and headed towards my cousin’s house, I was so hungry and I asked my cousin “what kind of food you made” she knew that we love Nepali cosine so she had made Nepali cosine. We ate food after that I went upstairs to rest. I was so excited and little bit scared to be here and start my new life in USA because I knew that USA life is different than Nepalese life style, however that day was my best day ever in my life. I felt like my dream came true. I had a lot of things going through my mind. Like what am I going to do, what is best for me things like
At the age of seven, my life changed forever. I was no longer living in my native country; I was now a fragment of the millions of immigrants who come to the United States in search of the American Dream. At the time, my father had recently lost his job and my mother was unemployed, which caused incredible financial stress for my family. My father decided to risk his life crossing the Rio Grande River for our family to have a better life and greater rewards.
I was enlisted in the army on 23 June 1999 as an Infantry rifleman in 4th Battalion Singapore Infantry Regiment. Initially I hated the army and signing on in the army never cross my mind. I hated the army for many reasons. The regimentation, waking up very early in the morning everyday, no freedom and sometimes even been punished by the Sergeant for no apparent reason. I only decided to take up Army as a career after I ORD in 2001 when I actually miss being a soldier. The army life is so full of adventure, toughness and camaraderie.
When I was seventeen I nervously traveled about 350 miles from my sleepy little home town of Freedom, Wyoming to the relatively enormous city of Boise, Idaho to go to the Military Entrance Processing Station. This wasn 't the first time I had been this far from home by myself, but it was the first time I was making adult decisions without my parents involvement. When it came time for me to choose my job in the army the counselors presented me with a long list that I qualified for. I got tired of scrolling and reading so I chose the first job that I actually understood. I returned home and excitedly told my parents that I would be an infantry soldier. My dad 's response to this might be considered a little less than heart warming “You dumb ass. Why didn 't you choose
I could "snooze" as my dad urged himself to go onward towards Arizona as he
It was close to four o’clock in the morning and we were tired. We met up with my dad at the airport and grab us a taxi. As we leave, we drive by a desert that was completely surrounded with sand. Passing through we made it into the city, looking at the flashing lights and buildings that stood tall. It was too early to go out and explore, we needed our rest. As we walk into our hotel, it was like walking into an expensive apartment. With its very own kitchen, washer and dryer, and a patio to top it all