I won’t be able to write to you as often as I want to, due to the work I have here. I miss you dearly. Spending long nights helping soldiers without any sleep. I just want one good night sleep of sleep. Everything has been a total mess up until now. Working 4 o’clock in the morning and staying up until 11 o’clock every day is a pain. Training in Egypt has been the most exciting and worst thing that could have happened to me. All I could remember from that experience is that it was hot. Serving in the war was something I had never thought of doing, but saving people were my initial intention. The war is dark and truly frightening, having seen what it can potentially do to soldiers makes me shiver. Work after work, treating every soldiers was
My initial reason to enter the Air Force was a great way to pay for college which turned into a call of duty and a service commitment which has actively allowed me to contribute to the Air Force mission. Thus far I have led a joint force search and rescue effort and a multinational exercise to preserve freedom. As an F-15E instructor WSO and combat mission ready WSO I actively contribute to ensure our freedoms are preserved and the attacks of September 11, 2001 will never happen again.
At a young age I knew I wanted to be just like my father (who is now a retired Chief in the United States Navy and has served 27 years.) My dad constantly tells me to this day make sure you take care of the ones you work with because their welfare is what really matters. Although you might have to yell at them every once in a while, you can never forget that they will always count on you for everything. You never want them to be scared of you where they cannot talk to you, but where they know the limit that they can talk to you about anything and when work needs to get done it will get done. Growing up my dad always took care of his sailors whether if hes throwing them a BBQ or having them come over for a home cooked meal. I understood very early that the military isnt about just ...
Going to War The arrival of winter is well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road, he was much more aware of all his surroundings.
I personally chose to work with the VFW because of my grandfather. My grandfather; Joseph Deesing, served in World War II and the Korean War. I thought a good way to show him some respect for fighting for our country would be to take some of my time and help out the VFW. I love my grandfather which is why I would do anything to make him proud. I do not know what I would do without him in my life. I also chose to help out the VFW because my parents said it would be a good thing to do and because they know some of the employees so it was easy for me to get ahold of them.
I don’t know if you’ll be able to read this, but it’s worth a try. Maybe if you can’t, you’ll be able to get someone to read it to you. I wanted to write you to tell you about what’s happening in my life sense Baba and I left Afghanistan.
Some veterans say that they had a wonderful experience in the military while others think it was horrible. Braulio has no regrets till this day about joining the United States Military. If he had a chance to do it all over, he would do everything the way he did back then. Braulio recommends joining the military because you learn many life lessons that you should know and you should bring those lessons into your daily life. You also get close friends when in service because they are the only family you have there and Braulio remains in contact with friends from his
Friends that I knew their parents and I knew how hard it would be for them to know about the lost of their son. Other part of my colleagues (friends) lost body parts as well. The thing that was harder more that the training, was to go to visit those who stayed alive in the hospital. Some of them were in a vegetative state; others got treatment for their wounded parts. Impossible to explain the feeling or the look of those parents standing next to their child’s bad not knowing if they should be happy or sad. With all the pain and the suffer, I have learned to appreciate life, I learned that nothing is taken for granted and every day I wake up it is a day that I received as a gift, if I could be among those wounded or dead soldiers but I did not, instead, I was from those who visit wounded soldiers and not visited by others. It is a sign, this is my destiny, and I must fulfill it in the best way possible.
I was forced to reevaluate my perspective; I was not there to be their savior, but to help them in the way they asked me to. I learned an important lesson about service; one that I believe it is possible to teach.
I grew up in a small town and after I graduated high school I wanted more in life than a 9 to 5 job; I wanted to see the world. I had a few friends that had joined the military and had come home to visit with exciting stories about their experiences. I noticed a change in a few of them; they seemed to walk a little taller, maybe act a bit more mature. This, along with the intrigue of life outside of my small town, drew me to consider joining the military. I met a recruiter in Lakeland Florida in July of 1989 and a few months later on September 26th I raised my right hand and took the Oath of Enlistment. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.
Being a soldier was a really tough life. In the end I hated doing the same thing day after day with no change in sight, I despised the leaders that didn 't take care of their subordinates, and most importantly, I couldn 't lead my soldiers from the front anymore. I 'll be the first one to say that joining the army was the best thing to happen to me. I have grown so much as a person and the lessons I learned are invaluable. In the end I realized the negative factors outweighed any possible benefit I might receive from continued service. It was time for me to
Before our modern day obsession with posting to internet walls and worshiping our pets, an ancient civilization nestled on the banks of the Nile River was doing the exact same thing. Except that civilization was over 6,000 years ago. That civilization was Egypt.
My first experience in the service world was in eighth grade when I was a counselor at a camp for children who had cystic fibrosis. This was probably my first experience with the real world. For the first time, and to my amazement, I saw that people-even kids-were sick and dying. I realize I was extremely naive, but for some reason I thought only people outside of America were sick and dying. My life up to that point had been sheltered and dreamlike to me. I saw kids who were only a few years younger than I and who were probably living their last year. I remember when I went back the next year to see the kids off on their bus to camp not seeing some girls who were in my cabin the year before. I was horrified to find out that some of my campers had not made it through the year. Thank goodness I was able to be opened up to the suffering that was taking place so close to me. And my mother is the one I have to thank for this. Thank you for taking me to CF camp. She planted a seed which still desires to grow to this day...
I wasn’t much to look at, had a job as a taxi driver to pay my rent. I eventually volunteered for the army became a marksmen and a pretty damn good one. I had nothing to live for, orphaned at the aged of sixteen no one to take care of me. That’s why I volunteered. However, I was working when my mom died at the rally and my father died before I was born. So my alterative motive to come back was to get some closure on what little family I used to have.
Yours of April 8th came safe to hand last night and I hasten to reply concerning what you said in your letter about your affairs, let me say a few words to you on the subject in the first place I am older than you and have seen a little more of this World perhaps and ought to be able to give you some advise on the subject you speak of and you must not be angry towards me for telling you what I think for your Benefit and I think if you will hear to me you will see the time when you will be glad of it. I have no doubt of your Courage to carry you through but there is something to look after more than that in the first place, if you go now you go in the worst time that you can possibly for the climate here is different here than at home we are in one cence climated to it where on the other hand you are not again we have accustomed ourselves to long and fatiguing marches where a new recruit could not hold out he would give out before the rest were the least tired.
Ancient Egypt was a very successful civilization due to the seven indicators within the society.