American Air Force Narrative

Winston Churchill once said, “Not to have an adequate Air Force in the present state of the world is to compromise the foundations of national freedom and independence” (Quotes about Everything). In this sense, the military is important to America, especially the Air Force. The Air Force provides security and safety to the people. Military lifestyles are usually not everybody’s first choice in the beginning. Particularly, the U.S. Air Force is not always is not always the first branch that comes to mind when thinking of the future. Most of the time, people come to conclusion of enlisting in any branch of the military because of an uncertainty of their future. “…I had no career or education goals, no plans; it’s just where my path took me”

One of civil air patrol's motto's in the cadet program is "rise to the challenge". When I first joined shortly after my 12th birthday I had NO idea what that meant. BUT over time I've learned SO much about myself and my abilities despite my age. Like most cadets...I want to use MY TIME in civil air patrol to inspire and lead...BUT--most of all I want to offer my service....to my friends , my family and my community....

On Nov 2013, the United States Air Force Academy (USAFA) awarded the contract to “modernize” its existing custom developed application Cadet Administrative Management Information System (CAMIS) II to the Solers Corporation (Solers Corporation, 2016). CAMIS was developed over several years and began to encompass support for many disparate business processes at the Academy, but primarily served as a Student Information/Management System. This modernization effort or CAMIS III was the third iteration of moving CAMIS from a legacy system to a new platform. Almost 2 years later: Mar 2016, this project ended with the government decision to discontinue the modernization effort. This was done by primarily not exercising option years and stopping funding on the modernization development line item of the contract. (Paulson, 2015) Despite modernization effort ending, the government continued to support the CAMIS III operations and support portion of the contract, as well as the legacy CAMIS II contract. This paper attempts to analyze why this software project failed, based on the personal experiences and perspectives from the overall combined team and attempts to understand why. The major reasons for failure included: gross underestimates (scope, cost, and schedule). However, there were opportunities to achieve a better outcome. These opportunities were failures by the program manager, vendor team, and management stakeholder expectations.

He says in a quiet voice, “I need to get out of the CIA and this may be my only chance. All I have to do is defeat the monster and I’ll find a way to get out of the CIA.”

They knew exactly where their prey was, teams from the 19th Special Forces Group had been trailing, watching and reporting on every move General Magnus and his staff had mad. The two Delta teams moved quickly, as the three Apaches started to take fire and were quickly snuffed out, the Soldiers didn’t have a chance. The Apaches were painted black, there had no reflection, no running lights on, and once a Soldier fired on them, it gave them a heat signature. They fired at the signature with their mini-guns cutting in half who had ever fired at them. It was enough for most of the Soldiers on the ground to see the helicopters there. Where in the hell did they come from, they were told that by their own commanders there was no way for most aircraft to have survived the big lights out

The last inspection of their chutes and harnesses went off without a hitch. The aft door of the C-130 began to open. Every eye was on the jump light, which would soon turn green. Every ear listened to the harnessed Jumpmaster standing near the door. Moving closer,

Parker and I walked into the training area. I had changed into my mission outfit. The mechanical door opened and we walked into the training area. The training area is a large and enclosed training ground. The training ground was a lot different from where the fleshies, which was what we called the recruits, had practiced for the past few months. The room looked like a cross between an arena and a laboratory or something. It was somehow dark with only a few lights on—mostly only on the part where the soldiers will sit and up on the balconies where several armed soldiers were posted.

I looked down at the soldiers in battle. They were taking a long time down there. Maybe we’re winning and that’s why it’s taking so long for my time to jump. Either that, or I’m not paying attention and other soldiers have already moved in front of me and jumped. It may be possible to back out now, but if I do I would be known as the soldier who wasn’t brave enough. I would have to live with all the guilt and regret. It’s not like I was living without the guilt before. If I wanted to go back, I would have decided a long time ago.

When I initially enlisted in the Royal Army, I felt it was my duty to defend our glorious Empire against the malevolent hands of the vicious Jerries. I expected to gloriously march into Europe; but with every incident bringing me closer and closer to death, I feel as if I signed myself up for a suicide mission. The day I boarded the RMS Alaunia is still clear in my memory. Thousands of men like me were crammed into the vessel, anticipating the imminent adventure and the chance to travel abroad. Everyone was certain that this war would soon be over and that we would all peacefully return as a decorated war hero. After doing a mock attack at the park, I was

His eyes nearly popped out of the sockets and I thought he was going to fall. He busted out in laughter and said, “Dude, you better grab your orders and go to the squadron for check in before they mark you as being AWOL (Absent Without Leave).”

His footsteps echoed through the corridor as he sprinted across the marble floor. Darting back and forth, his piercing blue eyes contained a mixture of excitement and fear. He didn’t know which of his heavy breaths would be his last.

The Civil Air Patrol is a non profit organization established by congress give civilians from the age of twelve and above an auxiliary to the United States Air Force. The CAP is a volunteer run program with people from all types of aviation background. They also have non-auxiliary programs for people who are a part of a private aviation agency or the American Red Cross. While the CAP has many aircrafts and flight programs, they do not give the student their pilot’s license.

Bitty was excited for this part. For one, because he knew how often they marched at Basic Training, and secondly, he knew a lot of people in the marching band and was especially excited to rub his new military knowledge in Sam’s high school band geek face.

A young man scrambles onto the broken wings of a small Sopwith Camel airplane, drifting to and fro against the waves. Moments before, Lieutenant Tyler was struck down in his plane by friendly fire and his plane dived uncontrollably into the treacherous waters. Tyler, who was still reeling through the events that had just happened, slumped over the wing and watched as his fellow pilots chased after the enemy planes. “I guess there won’t be anyone coming back for me anytime soon,”Tyler thought to himself. Trying to keep himself warm because of the frigid ocean, Tyler swam around his wrecked Plane trying to quickly recover some of the survival essentials which he foolishly thought that he was never going to use when he first got his plane. The word “Zipper” written across the nose of the plane was starting to run off and Tyler watched as his most beloved plane started to sink like a tired, malnourished stallion who didn’t have the energy to keep swimming and finally, with a sad defiance, slowly came to their demise. Tyler quickly blew up his yellow raft and made sure to get the survival essentials into the raft as quickly as possible. He wondered what his friends were doing right now and it was at this moment that Tyler unexpectedly saw a small dark figure across the horizon. “Just my luck to land close to an island. I am so lucky.” Tyler exclaimed as he quickly found some small paddles in his raft. As Tyler came closer, his excitement grew and grew and he was overjoyed with

He rarely spoke to begin with, issuing the orders with a stern smile, instructing as the rest followed them. He was positive, encouraging, truthful: But that scar was on everyone’s mind.