When I had the chance, I should have spent an aggrandize about of time with them. In 2008, my dad and mom decided to take my sister and I to Vietnam so we could visit my mom’s and dad’s family. So my dad took a one month break from work to go to Vietnam. My mom and dad pull my sister and I together and said “We are going to Vietnam.” My sister and I were so excited that we were jumping up and down like kangaroos. A month later, we were all packed and ready to go to Vietnam. My dad, sister, and I said goodbye to my mom and went our separate ways. My dad had to drive us to Las Vegas airport, where we had to take a plane to Los Angeles. The plane ride there was 2 hours so I slept the whole plane ride there. When we arrived in Los Angeles, we had to take a plane ride to Japan. The plane ride to Japan was 18 hours long. The plane that we were on had a mini TV and I got to watch The Cloudy …show more content…
with a Chance of Meatballs and many other more. After we arrived in Japan, we took another additional plane ride to Vietnam and that was 2-3 hour plane ride. My sister and I speculate that it was going forever. After 24-25 hours on a plane, we finally arrived at Vietnam. My uncle picked us up at the airport and took us to my dad house.
When we arrived, I was extremely agitated and agglutinate to my dad like glue. My dad and uncle were unloading the suitcases. After they were done, my uncle led us to the house. My sister and I were by my dad’s side and we saw my uncles, aunts, cousins, and my grandparents. My dad was hugging them and introducing them to us. My sister and I was super quiet. My grandma and grandpa came up to us and hugged us. My sister and I respond by hugging them back and we said “We missed you.” My dad was overjoyed that he took us to Vietnam, when he saw the moment.When we have hugged each other, my grandma and grandpa were asking abounding amount of questions about us like “What color do you like?” “Do you like the beach?” “What do you like to eat?” I felt that they were trying to get to know me more and make up the time we lost. I learnt that my grandma was a very happy and a very smart person as I got to spend time with her. My grandpa was a hardworking and a very nice person even though he had a hard time of hearing
things. We spent a whole week in Ho Chi Minh City and then we went to my mom’s house. When we went to my mom’s house, we had to take the train there and the train ride was 6 hours long. The train had a bed built into it, so my sister and I slept on the bed until we arrived there. When we arrived, we went to my mom’s house and we meet my mom’s family. My mom’s family was super welcoming. I got to meet my grandma and she was kissing me and hugging me. She was super chill and was super nice. The thing that I like about her the most was that she made me scrumptious and delectable food and would always side with me. The next day, I got to visit my grandpa in the hospital. When we were looking for my grandpa, my dad pointed at an old man. My sister and I said “ Grandpa.” but it wasn't my grandpa. My grandpa was the one across from him and he was laughing at us. I was glad the my sister and I was able to make him laugh, when we first met him. I got to spend time with him and we got to apprehend him more. I really like that my grandpa was able to be happy even when he was in the hospital and looked very sick. We stayed there for a week and went back to Ho Chi Minh City. When we got back, we went to places and ate many appetizing and mouth watering food. 2 weeks later, we had to say goodbye to everybody. My sister and I was sad that we couldn’t stay longer and we would miss them. 2 years later, all my grandmas and grandpa cease to exist that year. I had unforeseen these things happening to them and so early. My whole family was grief-stricken but I learnt that I should have spent more time with them and appreciate every last moment with them when I had more chances. The connection to TKM was that action speaks louder than words because my dad to the initiative to bring us to Vietnam than video chatting with them and letting us have a connection with them in person than online. At the end of the day, I am super duper happy that I got a chance to meet with them, spend time with them, getting to have a connection with them, and learning about them one by one.
It was the evening of Christmas, 1776. The voice of an army sergeant shouted, “Everybody, up this instant! We’ve got a battle to win!” George Washington’s order awoke us soldiers, and we prepared for a rough night, as General Washington knew it would be more than strenuous to get the Continental Army, made up of 2,400 men, across the Delaware River especially in such harsh weather conditions. The plan was to attack in the morning since the Hessians would be celebrating Christmas tonight, they will hopefully be too tired to put up a fight tomorrow morning. The cold, brisk air intruded into the tent, as the rest of the soldiers arose from their slumber, not knowing what the day would bring them, or should I say, night.
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
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
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.
I watched the people board the train as I stood in silence in line with the other soldiers. My breath was held suspended as I saw my very own best friend, Josh smiling at us and waving. These innocent people looked so happy, probably imagining of the nice new homes that they would be placed in . Little did they know. I followed the president's instructions which were to make sure nobody escaped and to not make eye contact or interact. Goosebumps trailed up my spine as I thought of what Josh and the others would have to go through in the next hour or so. A single tear slid down my face as I thought of losing my best friend, and not being able to do anything about it.
October 20, 2007, the day that I’m going to say goodbye to my hometown. I was born and raised in Philippines by my grandparents for sixteen years. It is heart-breaking to think that I will not see them anymore like how I used to. I was 16 years old, and it will be my first time to travel with my big brother in the airplane. Our trip from Philippines to Virginia is approximately about 18-20 hours. It is not a direct flight, so we have to change plane three times, and it is a long trip for us. I was crying the whole time when we were in the airplane. As soon as we reach our last destination which is the Washington D.C., we have no way of communicating with my mom and auntie because we have no cellphones. I was hesitant to
I looked around, I saw many of my friends. Friends I knew were going to fall today. Straight ahead of me were our opposing enemies, these people had caused so much destruction to our land, they took many of our families as we have with theirs. The only way to end this war now was to finish it.
We caught up with Amir to discuss what life was like back in Afghanistan and what he’s currently doing now as he’s living in San Francisco.
Eyeing the mostly burnt fried fish with literal air bubbles forming in between the scales and meat and wrinkling of the top layer skin that was just a disaster on one plate.
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
Looking back my absolute favorite game as a kid was Capture the Flag, as it is a very exciting game that can be played with 6+ people and can go on for hours. To play, the group of kids divides into two teams and each team has a “flag” which can be any object really to hide from the other team. Each team sets boundaries where their flag can be hidden in and this is considered the teams “territory.” From there the two teams pick their strategy to find the flag. The only catch is, if you are caught or “tagged” by the opponent then you are now in the other teams “jail” which means you have to sit out. Once the flag has been captured, that team wins, and the came is over.
I was born to a Slovak mother and a Colombian father, who were both studying in Germany at the time. Shortly after, we moved to Brazil, which made my first language Portuguese, even though my father spoke to me in Spanish, my mother spoke to me in Slovak, and my parents to each other in German. Before I was two, we embarked on a new life in California. It was just my parents and I. Everyone else we knew was spread all over the world. So we made the world our home, traveling every summer to different countries, experiencing the beauty of cultures unlike ours. International experiences have exposed me to places, people, and situations that have instilled a sense of global awareness in me and have given me a desire to improve the world.
It’s been a pleasure having met you this past week, and I look forward to learning from you this semester. Like most people, I usually draw a blank when asked to talked about myself, so you’ll have to excuse any clichés and formulaic responses you might find here. Who knows? Maybe if this letter ends up being decent, I might just copy and paste it onto my online dating profile.
It was just a normal day in Texas with my sister, my mother,and my father.My mother went to go do paperwork for something which left me and my sister alone.We were bored and there was no cable so we decided to go outside because it was also extremely hot. We went to go play with the neighbors, but as soon as we stepped out we saw our old bike so we took that instead.We took our turns, but instantly got bored.
Nevertheless, contrary to his thinking, my decision was going to stay in the US although I had many problems in finance and language, and I’ve never regretted about my choice. My life now is the best evidence to prove that I was not wrong in my thinking. For example: I could find a good job to certainly of my benefit such as payment rent, or car. Also, I could save my time at school to improve knowledge and breaking down language barriers. Nobody denies, accomplishment now is the result of the process of striving after 4 years in the US, but I do not ever denied the help of my uncle because they give to me a new life in new country. My mom said, “The children must be grateful to those who helped them. Especially, if somebody makes you sad, then write it down on sand, and if they save your live, you must write it down on stone”. Because the words on sand could have disappear, but on the stone still exit that means people must remember the help from other that also the traditional spirit of the Vietnamese