The Interview “It will all be over in sixteen hours, fifty minutes and eight seconds,” I said. “Are you counting down to the interview? I’ve told you to stop worrying,” replied my mom. “It’s easier said than done,” “Just go to bed; we need to wake up early,” she said as she stood up and left for her bedroom. Going to bed was easy; the hard part was sleeping. For the first time, I kept staring at the glow-in-the-dark plastic stars my younger brother put on the ceiling four years ago. I turned to his bed to hurl a blame on him, but he wasn’t there—he was in America. The stars weren’t the cause of my lack of sleep; it was my worry. My father’s casual remark to think of an alternative …show more content…
“Yeah. Military. I want to go to America for education; if I were interested in the army, I would have joined the one here already.” I replied. Suddenly, the images of the Turkish soldiers fighting the coup came to mind; I started imagining myself wearing fatigues. Dread consumed me. After a couple of minutes, another man who seemed to have authority called me up to the window. This guy knew his material well and explained everything lucidly while getting my signature on a bunch of papers. Relieved by my slim chances of being on active duty, I returned to my seat with a smile. While waiting for our turn, we watched other people answer the questions posed by the consular officers. Some of them were ecstatic when they received yellow papers; yellow papers signified that the applicant’s request for a visa is approved. Others engrossed with sadness and rage when at the denial of their applications. After waiting for an hour, our names were called, and we headed back to the bullet-proof windows. The consular officer asked my sister and me common questions regarding my father and my siblings. Then he told my sister and me to take a seat and started grilling my mom with questions. After five minutes of questioning — which seemed like an hour— my mom returned to her seat. She no longer had a calm face; she looked like she’d seen a
I thought it would be an interesting idea to enlighten and inform people about the Lao Iu Mein and our process of immigrating to the U.S. as well as the challenges we have to overcome. I interviewed my parents, Lao Iu Mein refugees who immigrated to the United States from Thailand. Through this interview, I had a chance to hear for the first time the story of my parents' struggles and experiences as they journeyed to a place where they became "aliens" and how that place is now the place they call "home."
“So…” His harsh voice started, sizing me up thoroughly. “You’re the institution’s golden boy eh, some mid-twenty something greenhorn coming in and telling us how to do our jobs without a single day of patrol under his belt!” “Twenty-two actually sir.” I replied blankly.
“Through out most of their history, Americans freely defended their nation from threats both domestic and foreign. Only in their greatest conflicts - the Civil War, World War I, and the lead - up to World War II” (Forbes) they had to implement the draft. A draft, "called conscription in most countries, is the process by which the United States has, in the past, gathered members of its military. Generally, a man called to serve through the draft would serve for two to four years" (Rich). "Toward the end of the increasingly-unpopular Vietnam War, President Nixon led efforts to end the draft and create an all-volunteer military"(Nyden). The difference between a draft and an all-volunteer army is based on the quality, decisions, and the money.
Staff Sergeant (SSGT) Louis Moeller shaped me into the Recon Marine I wanted to be and the Non-Commissioned Officer (NCO) that I am now. By embodying the Recon Creed and always setting the example, he made me want to be an NCO that my troops would look up to and want to follow. Even when not in charge he was constantly the one peers and junior Marines alike, turned to for guidance and inspiration. To this day, I still find myself asking “What would Louis do?” when confronted with a leadership dilemma.
"The soldier is the Army. No army is better than its soldiers. The Soldier is also a citizen. In fact, the highest obligation and privilege of citizenship is that of bearing arms for one’s country” (-General George S. Patton Jr). Here within our borders we are the lucky ones, we have been blessed with the pleasure of so many brave men and women; to volunteer in the world's greatest military; and put their lives on the line for something that they believe is a moral obligation. But, think of some other countries, that have conscription (the practice of ordering people by law to serve in the armed forces) laws. We as a nation have some laws on conscription, and if you are male and above the age of 18 you have already signed the slip of paper stating that in the time of war; if our great nation re-instated the draft then there is a great chance you will be serving on the frontline of the next Great War. This brings me to my first topic of this page, is it ethical to have a draft? My second topic that I will discuss will be on if it is morally acceptable to "draft dodge". What I mean on the second topic is if you have a right; that morally allows you to not go fight in the war.
The military has always been there and we as Americans never question it. Thousands of men and women have dedicated their lives to serving this country. From World War II on to present day our military is constantly growing and evolving. Many people believe our military is nothing but destructive and harmful. To me, the military and people who serve the military are very brave and caring individuals. Our armed forces help change the way that not only America views things, but also the world. We were one of the first armies to accept women and homosexuals into the service. Do not get me wrong, every accomplishment and growth we have made was not obtained with open arms. Before WWII America was just the same as every other
The question whether the Army is a profession becomes current hot issue to the society. The Army tried to demonstrate its development on profession by reviewing and refreshing the doctrine. However; there are documents that show the disagreement from people and they believe that our military is still inefficient organization when talking about our professional. The purpose of this paper is to support the idea of military is a professional organization. The Army is a profession because of three attributes; its expertise, trust, and values. These three are important keys to achieve and reach the profession.
I have always wanted to be a soldier in the United States Army. I liked the idea of serving of my country. I started at a young age trying to help my community. I volunteered to help at soup kitchens, do yard work for elderly or disabled people, and I joined the Boy Scouts and later on became a Junior leader and an Eagle Scout. This desire of helping others led me to enlist in the P.A. ARNG in March 2015. I enlisted with the intent of becoming an officer. I originally planned on going to Valley Forge Military College. I later on received the full ECP scholarship. This decision had changed when I was in B.C.T. at Fort Jackson SC. I had met with a cadet who had just finished his 3rd year at West Point. He loved it and after talking with him
“Why would you want to interview me when there are plenty of people back home that would be easier to interview in person?” asks John Stout. He is about 5’11, has dark black hair and his eyes are a rich chocolaty brown. He is tan and has a strong muscular body. John is currently deployed in Bagram Afghanistan. He departed on July 7th, 2016 and will not return until April of 2017. He grew up in Fort Ripley, MN and graduated from Brainerd High School in 2014. John is very close with his Mother, Father, Brother and Sister. He grew up with a wrench in his hand and always helped his Father work on project cars and fixing things around the house. To John, family is everything. His family always took vacations and every summer, he gets to travel around the United States for Army training. John grew up in a military family. His Father works as a Warrant Officer in the Minnesota National Guard and his Brother, Curtis, is in the Marine Corps and is also deployed right now.John has always wanted to serve his country
Our hard times were finally over. When you return to the U.S. after being deported, you’re supposed to go into an office to get your file which contains various letters from lawyers and other important information. My mother and I were looking for the office, quickly turning our heads left and right and right to left, because we couldn’t wait for this nightmare to be completely over. As we were about to head in, an officer denied my entrance. Apparently, our endless plane ride wasn’t enough and we had to wait three hours more listening to the intercom repeating flight numbers and different destinations and arrivals. However, after seeing the look on my mother’s face- which expressed happiness, consolation, and an incredible amount of pride-
A soldier is an enlist individual, man or woman that fight in the military for his or her country. There are numerous reason has to what it means to be a good soldier. Being a good soldier varies depending on the individual. A good solider lives up to the army values, which are duty which is to fulfill your obligations by being able to accomplish tasks as part of a team, loyalty n being able to bear true faith and allegiance to the U.S. Constitution, the Army, your unit and other soldiers, honor, being able to give up to Army values, integrity, do what’s right, legally and morally, personal courage, face fear, danger or adversity (physical or moral, selfless service, being able to put the welfare of the nation, the Army and your subordinates before your own and respect, being able to treat people as they should be treated
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
In the United States, the military is a big part of people’s life. The military is not just about shooting and fighting but it is more about protecting the America which many people assume that it is a free country. Yes, Americans do have rights and have the freedom to do certain things but military members like airmen from the Air Force are the ones protecting these rights for their fellow citizens. There are some people that do not know that there are five military branches in the United States. From the five military branches the one that stands out the most is the United States Air Force. The Air Force stands out the most because it is the branch that requires more, physically and mentally, from a person who wants to join. Sense 1947 the United States Air Force has been full of history and is filled with determined airmen helping America through air and land.
“We’ve been trying to get a hold of you for hours; I’m afraid I have some bad news your mother had a car accident and unfortunately died…”
They told me to calm down and everything would be all right. I sat down and waited for them to call my name. When they called me they just asked me one question, “Who is your father?” and I answer them that my father was the Bishop of United Methodist Church. Then they told me congratulations, and to come back the next day to pick up my passport. I could not believe it. I started to dance while I was walking from the embassy to my house. I could not wait for my mother to pick me up. That was one of the happiest days in my life. Before I left Angola, I threw a big party and I invited all my friends and family. My best friends made a video with all of our great moments. My mother prepared my favorite food, my three years old niece took me to dance with her like we always did. Then everybody started to sing my favorite music. After the party I realized that I would leave them, I would be alone and I would have to make new friends. I got scared and I cried the whole