The invasion of Iraq by America was in 2003, it killed about 242,000 people. (1) It changed my life and it also did that to my family. We all were born in Iraq. Raised there for the most part. I, for the most part, loved Iraq. Besides the fact that we didn’t have freedom. Every day in Iraq since the start of the war was violence after violence, death. People lived in horror. People weren’t safe at all. They had to purchase weapons to protect themselves. My grandfather had five. Our family wasn’t putting itself in any danger. I spend most of my time with my uncle. We’d go to his computer café because I love playing on the computer. On one lovely day, there wasn’t any violence on that day as I remember. Many United States marines came to the …show more content…
I remember it was a Wednesday, because when I came home. My grandpa called me. I and he would always watch James Bond movies. Well after the war started, we tried to because it’s constant bombing and were always hoping it’s not us. The loud airstrike's struck me in fear constantly, the violence was in Iraq was a regular. Its effects on me were devastating. I got used to it. The effects of violence on kids are just horrible, one is post-traumatic stress disorder. Another is that the kid that do experience violence are more likely to repeat it. It can also cause mental problems, it can damage a kid for life. …show more content…
I went with my uncle to the café because I had nothing do. So we went and I kept begging him to take me to the burger joint, so a few hours later. Around seven, we went. I ordered a number two and I received my food and went back, so we ate. Plenty of people loved the place. It would be busy since opening to closing. So when we returned back to the shop me and my uncle played counter-strike, a first person shooter game. Great correct? Playing a violent game while the real thing is going on outside. So Khaled took me to grandpa’s house after work, and I went straight to sleep and then I woke up the next day. In the worst pain possible, my stomach was being stabbed by 10000 knives. I was also throwing up the whole time. it was pain unmatched. I struggled in pain. I screamed and screamed and then I heard my grandma coming and I was happy. She called for my grandpa and they both picked me up and put me in my grandpa's Cadillac. Then they drove me to the hospital, all I remember the whole ride it felt like it took five hours and I remember the hospital being of the many in the medical
No matter how well intentioned the invasion of Iraq may have been, it was an act of violence and deception that has left many American men dead for no clear reason.
Thesis: The war overseas, but there are millions of veterans still fighting the war at home.
Major Gerald De Lira Jr. USMC. The Anger of a Great Nation: Operation Vigilant Resolve. http://www.dtic.mil/dtic/tr/fulltext/u2/a509044.pdf. http:DTIC.mil. 2009
I remember when I was 10 or 11 I used to live up the street from a nice family I played with there
The first set of cold, clammy hands closes around my ribs. Another circles my ankle, my arm, my neck. With an irritated sigh, I restart the level for the third time as the words, “Game over” flash across the screen. Sound familiar? This scene is very common among modern zombie apocalypse games. Though the titles of these games vary, the theme remains the same: to fight for one’s life. Users are thrust into a world where they must combat violence thrown at them with violence of their own. The sheer thrill of it can be very exciting and relates well to many youth because of its life or death component. All of a sudden, eight year old boys are armed with machine guns to blast the heads off of shuffling zombies, bug-eyed aliens, and more commonly, modeled soldiers. But, while the video games continue to be mass produced, the cognitive and social skills of America’s youth suffer. With the mental health of the newest generation on the line, is it really justifiable to pass off buying the newest violent video game as innocent fun?
One morning as a 13 year old, as i was getting ready for school my step dad called me into the front room to see the morning news. Playing on a loop was the 2003 invasion of Baghdad, also commonly referred to as the Shock & Awe. I remember how the city was illuminated by our rockets.(see Appendix A) I knew that the were not special effects or fireworks, but i felt, like after hearing about the initial invasion and how hard fought the battles leading up to that point were, i felt like the iraqi people had deserved it. I was filled with so much excitement and pride, i could practically hear the national anthem in the background. “We got em’!” We struck back at the individuals that “suckerpuched” us on September 11th
I have finally done it. Guilt travels through my veins and weighs down my heart like bricks. I have taken the a life of a human being. Breaking the sixth amendment, I had played God. Choosing the time that John Dawson was to go. This made me think back to just before the first time that I had taken part in this terrorist group. I had to make a superhuman effort not to be sick at my stomach, I found myself utterly hateful. Seeing myself with the eyes of the past I imagined that I was in the dark gray uniform of an SS officer. I am no better than the Nazis who killed my people. I have become what was once my adversary. What I once despised. I cannot comprehend what I have done. For, I can still recall my first mission. We ambushed a convoy. The first truck blown up and the soldiers from the other trucks scrambled to find
I was born in Damascus, Syria in 1999. I lived in Damascus my whole life, and I enjoyed living in a comfortable environment. I went to a local preschool then I attended an Armenian school where I became fluent in three languages. When my sister started swimming, I was influenced to start my swimming lessons. During my free time, I went to a music institution to enhance my skills in Piano, and I attended it for 6 years.
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
However, video games have not always been, and even today still aren’t, a completely accepted mode of recreation. These games have caused a large amount of controversy, dating back to one of the first games to come under fire back in the mid-1970s. The problem that certain groups in society saw with video games exploded with one of the more famous cases where a video game was brought to court over its contents in the early 1990s with the introduction of Mortal Kombat, one of the first household games that included blood. Even today, games continue to be criticized for characteristics that have been labeled as violent, sexist, or immoral and are blamed for instilling these ideas into those who play the games. However, these arguments do not have any merit. While video games may display actions and properties that have been deemed as cynical and detrimental, they do not cause significant negative behavioral changes in the players. It is the exact opposite: games have a positive effect on their players and the people around them.
My stomach weakens with a thought that something is wrong, what would be the answer I could have never been ready for. I call my best friend late one night, for some reason she is the only person’s voice I wanted to hear, the only person who I wanted to tell me that everything will be okay. She answer’s the phone and tells me she loves me, as I hear the tears leak through, I ask her what is wrong. The flood gates open with only the horrid words “I can’t do this anymore”. My heart races as I tell her that I am on my way, what I was about to see will never leave my thoughts.
Games have long been besmirched by the idea that playing them makes a person socially undesirable, nerdy, fat, and lazy. The number of negative adjectives conjured up by gamings detractors to describe gamers is staggering. Even in the wake of the Columbine Massacre the media went to great lengths to correlate the gunmen’s horrible actions with the game Doom.(cite needed) When games are not being linked to violent actions they have generally been regarded as an “escapist waste of time” by those who don’t really enjoy playing them.(McGonigal) Indeed a prevalent and sweeping assessment amongst closed minded individuals is that games offer nothing to the individuals playing them. This negative assessment that paints games and the individuals that play them in a negative light could not be further from the truth.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...
In a society driven by technology, video games are becoming more popular each and everyday. People of all ages enjoy video games in their free time; these games allow the player to become an athlete, a soldier, or a professional fighter at the tip of their fingers. The biggest problem with these video games is that they are becoming too violent. In today’s society, children often brag about the new video game they bought, and the number of people they have managed to kill while playing these games. Video games have become realistic, causing them to intrigue a larger amount of children. Many of these violent video games encourage killing and fighting of enemies, or strangers in the game. Each year a new game system, and hundreds of video games are released, and millions of kids go out and buy them and spend hours playing. Video games have a large effect on school performance and time spent with family. Children would prefer to play their games than sit down and talk with their parents (Saleem, 2012).
Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of