The next day I woke with no belief that I was still alive. I didn't know where was I going to go because that one guard saw my face and I am pretty sure he knows who I am now. I had to disguise myself but I didn't know how. Except for shaving my hair. My beautiful, beautiful hair. I didn't want to cut my hair but I had no choice to. It was the only way I was going to live and not be eliminated or die in whatever way the army men kill you if you disobey their rules. Of course I didn't trust Zachary to cut my hair because we were buds and buds jack with each other. I didn't trust Frederick that much either because I didn't know him that much but he was the adult so I made him get it. He was really worried that he was going to hurt me but then …show more content…
It wasn't until he started to make weird noises I was that worried about him. But everyday I just stayed my little distance away from him and everything was just fine for me. We all had our first battle training after being there for a few weeks. We got to wear these cool suits but they didn't have that much protection so it was dangerous to go fight if it was a serious situation. The army people teached us how to shoot guns and defend ourselves in a real life emergency. They had a girl class and a boy class. Of course the boys class was more advanced and we had to do a lot more physical activities than the girls but that just meant we were stronger, and had more physical ability. Girls could do a lot but boys can do more. Think of it as broccoli and cake, at a birthday party. Boys are the cake and girls are the broccoli. The boys will obviously overrule the broccoli. Even the younger boys had to do the same thing as we did but they didn't get yelled at as much. So many people were crying because it literally felt like they were training us to go fight ISIS but we were just innocent children who wanted to live a life like a normal kid or teenager would. Everyday the training got harder and harder, and I thought only girls were …show more content…
The first thing I thought about was "what is they separate me and Jacob, then what will I do" I got in line to ask a question but my patience level; was low at the time so I just got out of line and was going to deal with everything tomorrow morning. I was going to make me stay until Jacob turned 25 even if I have to fight for it. I wasn't going to lets some stupid army people separate the love of a family. I was going to fix the problem until the last of me. The next morning I was ready to wake up and I didn't get much sleep because all I could think about is Jacob and I being separated. By the time I got to the line in the main living room of camp, there were still people waiting in the line so I went ahead and got in the line. It only took about 2 hours for me to get to the front of the line. When I got up to the front I confronted the army man. "OK, look I am already 22 and when I turn 25 I do not want to risk my life and my family just for you, so you can sit back and be lazy. No matter what you say. I will not go fight until my 5 year old brother turns 25. OK?" I confronted
I joined the Army National Guard while I was a senior in high school. I was tired of Bristol and my unfulfilling life in Tennessee. I could not wait to leave and go far away from home and see what other places had to offer. In August I left for Ft. Jackson, South Carolina, a basic training post. There were a five or six of us that left from Knoxville by van to get there. We arrived around midnight. As soon as we stepped out of the van we were ushered into a room like cattle. There was already over a hundred people sitting elbow-to-elbow on the floor. This room was extremely small and overcrowded, but I managed to wedge myself between two people. Someone was standing behind a counter telling that we could not have weapons, drugs, pornographic material, and things for gambling with. After that, the people in charge, drills sergeants started yelling at us and telling us to get up and run out of the building. They ran us to another building. This building had our beds in it. We were told to go upstairs, put our things on the bunks, and come back down. The drill sergeants said that we had one minute to accomplish this and that fifteen seconds of it had passed. All of us darted up the stairs, knocking each other down, trying to make it back down in time. All of us arrived back down stairs to the screaming of drill sergeants. They were saying, "Front leaning rest position move". Once the drill sergeants saw me they got really angry. I was just standing there because I did not know what front leaning rest position was. One of the drill sergeants came over and began to verbally assault me, yelling, "Are you deaf? I said, FRONT LEANING REST POSITION MOVE!" I told him I did not know what that was. He replied that it was the push-up position in a very unfriendly manner.
The blood flows down the stairs of the stage, and even the breeze that blows in my face from beneath the arena is tainted by the smell. The senators remain on stage, even after most of the Imperial party leaves. The senators continue their silence as they circle the body lying on the floor. The purple stripe of the magistrate ’s cloak, an honor to Roman officials, is now a color so darkened by blood that it’s turned black.
As I was waiting in formation for physical training to start, I expected the session would last for about half an hour. As I started the jumping jacks, sit-ups and push-ups. The session kept going for a very long time. I had no idea when it would end. There were five instructors who kept yelling at our platoon of 25 men. They ridiculed and hara...
Cause our camp area was apparently “dirty” so we have to stay and clean it, and as punishment we have to stay another night. I was angered with him. I wanted to see my little girl and my beautiful wife after all they are gonna be worried that I’m not coming home when the next group is leaving and my group is coming home to their families and I’m not. They would know if I was dead, because their would have to be a war and there wasn’t one I was training to go to war with the Patriots. So I know that I’m not dead. I help clean up “our“ camp. Then I think myself to
Your days consist of walking, running, and shooting, but in these three years I have been thankful enough not experience a whole lot of shooting. I’ve tried to stay out of trouble and keep safe for Sammie and Faith’s sake. That is, until my last day over here. I was supposed to be out of Afghanistan in twenty-four hours, all I had to do is lead one final convoy through a village. Coincidentally it was the same village I had watched Tom Butler die in four years prior. A group of five soldiers and I were guarding the last humvee when we fell far behind the group. Segregated that’s when the insurgents say their opportunity. They threw two grenades at the vehicle and blowing it up. The heat felt from the flames of the wreckage were unbearable. I managed to get the five guys and myself into a small food store before the thirty plus insurgents came out of the surrounding buildings. I put a call in to base giving them the coordinates of where we were. The officer on the phone told me he couldn’t get someone out there for at least five minutes. Five minutes went by when I finally heard the sound of the chopper’s blade in the distance. As soon as they heard the helicopter, the insurgents started to close in on us. No one in my platoon would make it out alive if someone didn’t do something. I saw only one way out for the majority of us, and it didn’t end well for me. I grabbed my pen and paper from my pack and
As I gazed out of the small side window of the Bell UH-1 Huey helicopter I was in, I saw complete annihilation. Under us, planes razed a small jungle with their heavy artillery, and the Viet Cong scattered like cockroaches into their hand-dug tunnels. The year was 1960, and my family and I were trying to escape the war and seek refuge in America. The war started 5 years ago, and it was steadily moving to my hometown and Vietnam’s capital, Saigon. My father was in the military, so he got access to a helicopter to take us away before it was too late. Those less fortunate than us had to stay behind and hope for the best. My smaller sister, Lang, squirmed in my arms, a sign that she was hungry. I took a sweet potato out of a large straw bag and
Remember 2 weeks ago when that kid you went to school with that smoked heaps tried to escape through a gap in the fence line and while he was running he got shot? Well, the guards never realised what he was attempting. They thought he was going to make some bomb with whatever he was smoking. They never saw the fence. If we can plan to get you 3 to run and escape through it in the time it takes for the guards to switch patrols, then you just might get out of this hell. I’ve watched the guards near the gap for the last two weeks, and it takes 45 seconds for them to swap. That would be enough time.” My father had planned this all out within a
There are many families in American history that sent a beloved friend or family member to war and never knew what happened to them. They had no idea if their loved one is one of the many dead soldiers that came back to America. Many of those families who had to suffer did not know what happened to their fellow friend or family member. To honor all the unknown soldiers that gave the greatest sacrifice, their life, a tomb was built in their name. Their life was not the only sacrifice they gave up to protect this country; they also gave up their identities. The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier is not just beautiful in its architecture, but also in the honor that it holds. A guard is placed outside of the tomb 24/7 to protect the fallen. Laying the wreath at the tomb would allow me to show respect for both of my great grandfathers that served at war.
I, Molly Katherine Meyer, would consider it a privilege and an honor if I was able to participate in the wreath laying ceremony at Arlington National Cemetery, at the tomb of the unknown soldier. I personally don’t think I deserve to take part in such a special thing, but I would be humbled if I was able to do such a thing. It would be amazing if I was able to pay my respect to this hero and the thousands of heroes he represents.
Growing up I was never good in sports but when it came to a video game called “Battlefield” I was untouchable. I remember two years ago I was on a 64 player kill streak and then sadly I lost connection to the server I was so mad that I kicked a huge hole in the wall. I was to scare to tell my dad so I just didn’t say anything it took him a whole year to find out. There are a lot of memories about me and my family but you really only remember the good and the bad ones the rest just fades away.
It was a cool and calm day on the Adriatic Sea which made for a smooth, short ride to the coast of Italy. My squad was getting ready to make our way up to Ortona, which at the time was heavily fortified German ground. We had a couple minor fights along the way but it was pretty easy getting through to Ortona. I had a couple of close friends in my squad, but there’s always that one person that you don't necessarily like. In fact, they bug the heck out of you, but you have to get along with them for the greater good. Well, that’s Jimmy, I just couldn’t stand him, and whether it was his attitude or his voice I just don’t know. My close friends were Jo and Sully; we were the three musketeers of the troop, all from P.E.I., and we joined the army at age 18. The preceding two months were a blur when I was with them as we slowly moved toward the Germans, led by Lieutenant Connors.
As I hugged and told my mom, dad, brother and sister bye and journeying off to the great unknown. Well unknown to a fresh out of high school kid who didn’t want to do the same things that his friends in high school were doing which was either working or going to a community college. But as I got off the plane to my surprise, I was just one of probably two to three hundred recruits awaiting further directions. As I was put in a division of about thirty men, the Recruit Division Commander or RDC yelled at us I was thinking to myself and I’m sure many others were thinking too “what did I get myself into?” Before we went to bed all of us had to shave as ordered by the RDC. Now, this wouldn’t have been a big deal if I didn’t grow a semi beard before I left needless to say I came out a bloody mess and went to bed. The next morning the RDC had said “If you fail any part of the test, training, physical test or just goof off you will start over to day one of boot camp!” Not that I wasn’t scared already buy to think I would do this over again would be insane. I knew then that I had to not be such an invert and make a couple of friends to make it through boot camp.
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 awoke from a dream. A dream so realistic that I had no idea if it was real or fake. I had to grasp reality, as my alarm clock buzzed with anger as if it was mad as well, for it wanted to know the answer too. My mind was so mixed up and the screaming voice of my sister yelling at me to get ready for school was not helping. I had to make a choice. A choice of life or death. A choice of , was it true or not, did my best friend get dumped by her boyfriend of two years and I picked the choice of yes.
One thing that I never thought about is how it would be sad to leave my parents. At the end of the ceremony, deep in my heart I felt very sad. I looked at my parents and when I saw my mother was crying I felt like my heart would burst. I realized that starting tomorrow I was going to be without my mother. I thought how it would be hard to say goodbye to the home where I grew up in.