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Communication in the military
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What experiences molded me into the writer that I am today? Growing up as an Army Brat, My father was a sergeant major in the United States Army, and we followed him whenever he changed duty stations. I had three different High Schools in three different states: Wisconsin, Colorado, and Texas in three years. The sad part of that was that we never were able to transfer during the summer breaks, so most of the time I had to play catch up with my classes, or I had to take classes just to make the state’s requirement for that particular grade. Of course, I had those High School teachers back then that tried to prepare me for college by having me write long essays and book reports. Oh yes, that was long before computers and Microsoft office, …show more content…
Everything had to be precise, concise and to the point so that everyone can understand it. You are taught this from day one in boot camp. Your writing had to be done a certain way from writing your daily schedule to the courses that you had in boot camp. Then I had the schools that the Navy sent me to after boot camp and between duty stations. Then as I went up in rank, I had to write out presentations for the whole crew to see, then last but not least there is the semi-annual and annual performance evaluations for the junior sailors As I went up in rank the more I had to write. The military taught me to write in a plain, no-nonsense way; it really can be kind of vexatious if you don’t watch out. The reason for that is everything for the enlisted ranks is written at an eighth-grade level so everyone can understand what they are reading. Plus I had to look at the people that work for me. I had sailors from all over the world working for me, and some of them only have a rudimentary comprehension of the English vocabulary. I found out the hard way that some do not have a good grasp of the English language, so I had to keep things
The New York Times Bestseller We Were Soldiers Once... And Young was authored by Lt. General Harold G. Moore and Joseph L. Galloway. In November 1965, Lt. Colonel Harold Moore commanded the 1st Battalion, 7th cavalry at the Ia Drang Valley-one of the bloodiest battles of Vietnam. He eventually retired from the Army in 1977 after thirty-two years of service. After his military career, Lieutenant General Moore resided as executive vice president for four years at a Colorado ski resort before founding a computer software company. Harold Moore currently lives in Auburn, Alabama and Crested Butte, Colorado.
Every day of my life I have woken up to the sound of Reveille, and gone to bed listening to Taps. I have moved nine different times, know the feeling of having my dad deploy more than four times, and eating Thanksgiving dinner in a DEFAC is second-nature to me. Being an army child is a huge part of my life, however it does not define who I am; it has shaped how I view the world. Because of my life as a military child, I have determined that I am compelled to positively influence how others view life.
A person does not experience many events that shape their life in a large way, whether it be for better or worse. I have had just one major situation that has sculpted me into the person that I am today. In February of 2008, I was diagnosed with a life changing disease; it would relieve me of the agony I had been experiencing for as long as I could remember, but also restrict my diet for the rest of my life.
Everyone has a story, a pivotal moment in their life that started to mold them into the person they are today and may even continue to mold you to the person that you will become, I just had mine a little bit earlier than others. When I was three years old my brother became a burn survivor. It may seem too early for me to remember, but I could never forget that day. Since then, I have grown, matured and realized that what my family and I went through has been something of a benefit to be and an experience that has helped me in deciding what I want to do with the rest of my life.
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
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.
As of right now, it is very doubtful I will choose an occupation that requires extensive writing. However, during my tenure in the US Army in order for me to perform my job competently, as a Non-commissioned Officer it was crucial to communicate effectively. The way orders are interpreted and implemented is like a domino effect throughout the military structure. There is a huge focus on military writing to make sure each and every personnel understand all orders properly and to ensure that there is no ambiguity in the language so that there is no misunderstandings or confusion.
History had happened and it had taken a toll on my soul. I no longer wanted to think about the dark past that still haunts me to this day. It all started back in 1965. Asian conflicts were rising, and so was the red scare. The communists were spreading like termites. Our prestigious nation, with the goal of spreading the true government, was on its journey. I was a mere pawn, a proud one, however. The war had started. Vietnam, the land of the war between ideologies. It was simply not that at all, it was in fact a mass genocide of innocent people drafted in. Drafted to protect an ideology, not a nation. It was madness, yet I fought. A young heart swelling with pride of patriotism.
But there was never enough time to do so between the long days of training, and actually getting sleep. When I did write my letters they were detailed, but short. I could only write so much on the tiny papers that we were provided. I always wanted to say more, but just couldn’t. I would let them know I was okay, and that I loved
I have been blessed to have led a highly fulfilling career over the past 22 years. The Air Force’s standards of conduct and performance have helped me mature into an adult while creating lasting memories along the way. I have had the opportunity to make significant contributions to my country that offer a sense of pride and personal achievement. My current duties allow me to directly contribute to the Air Force and Joint arena on an almost daily basis. Joining the Air Force helped me to realize I had undertaken a task bigger than myself.
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
The name I was given by my parents is Felix Zollicoffer. The day what went wrong started off differently. It was similar to a typical day. The sun’s light captured everything in sight like a mother hugging a child and giving it warmth. I rose from my dark oak bed from the unpleasant bites from mosquitoes. I , one of the confederate generals, am proud to say that our side won the battle yesterday. It was a pleasure seeing of my comrades to go and live their own lives. That would explain the surge of energy running through my blood vessels. I started off with my breakfast. Walking to my kitchen made the wood underneath my feet start to creak. The sound of an escaping rat came through. I continued to make breakfast. Fresh eggs from my brown feathered
Some of the skills I had shocked me as I didn’t think I had those capabilities in me. One of our first assignments that our class did was write a response to a piece of work we read, and use that as inspiration in our own poems. I wrote a poem about a necklace that held meaning to me, and the end result surprised me. At first I thought I would fail the assignment because I didn’t think I had the skills to write an acceptable poem, but came to find out I had surpassed my expectations. When writing about my shaping influence for my third essay, my research paper, I first had to set the scene for the readers and give them a reason to read.
Army life can be very challenging and a life changing experience. It was very challenging and life changing for me. I was raised by my Grandparents they did everything for me so this was a wakeup call for me on life. An independent person was not I, so I had problems with the changes about to come. Army life is constantly demanding and constantly changing without notice. Although the travel was exciting, army life for me was very challenging because I had to learn to adapt to a new system, to share my life with other soldiers, and to give up many of the comforts of home.
There were many instances in my life that have shaped my values, intellect, and academic or career goals. I was raised by my parents to become a hard worker, independent, and caring young adult. I was taught how to be all these qualities by a combination of experiencing and witnessing them first hand.