How To Write A Story In The Story Of Chapter 1

He said that he did not even have an answer for why, so I just knew that the Captain was not going to buy the apology either. I just knew this man was going to get the book thrown at him. Then, the Captain said the punishment he was giving was only going to be a suspended bust and 30 days restriction to the ship. I thought this was rather unfair. It was like a man committing cold, calculated murder and being found guilty, but only receiving five

Force CCT Chapman. The aircraft was able to insert the team but again came under heavy fire

Quickly, I make my way to the waiting Blackhawk helicopter. Even with my full combat load strapped to my back the rotor wash threatens to push me over. My face is pelted with grass and other debris; motivation and determination makes me run harder. As I reach the Blackhawk the Black-shirt directs me to one of four repel lines anchored to the aircraft. I wrap the line through my d-ring and climb into the cabin. I wait, crouched in the doorway, for my three other comrades to finish their hookup. The Black-shirt completes his check of our hookups and gives the pilot the thumbs-up. Abruptly, the helicopter lifts into the air leaving my stomach somewhere below.

“Hi, this is Maxine, your copilot. We’re still trying to understand precisely what occurred to the aircraft, but I can confirm that we are having some difficulty controlling the plane due to a partial failure of the hydraulic system. We have now successfully adjusted our course for the nearest airport and expect to be making a landing in Newfoundland as a precautionary measure in approximately eighty-five minutes. To help you relax, we’ve taken the entertainment system out of emergency mode. However, we would ask that all passengers please remain seated for the remainder of this flight.”

“Keep your guns close,” said Lt. Bird, “and wait for the convoy.” Grunts and muttered “aye”s were all in response as they turned in for the night. They slowly closed their eyes, when a flare flew into the air, illuminating everyone below.

In the beginning of the book, Pink opens with an analogy. He uses the success of Wikipedia vs the failure of Encarta. He talks about Motivation 2.0 which was an upgrade to what drove people in contrast to the nature urges our caveman ancestors practiced. Motivation 2.0 was based on a rewards and punishment philosophy and led us into the industrial and economic eras. Then a businessman and entrepreneur during the industrial age came up with the idea that in the workforce, everyone was part of a well-oiled machine and each person was rewarded for a job well done or disciplined for a poor job. Carrots and sticks is what this system was referred to as the carrots represented the reward dangling in front of the worker and the stick used to punish the worker. Near the middle of the 20th century, scholars and psychologist found that workers were becoming dissatisfied in the workplace and the carrot and

With the grace of a cat, twenty-one year old pilot Charles Yeager swung up to the cockpit of his P-51, calm and straight-faced. It was a practice he’d repeated at least a hundred times. After three months of combat, he was ready to go. He sat down, and swung the bullet-proof glass canopy down hard, making sure it would latch. Flipping a few levers, he roared the plane down the runway, expertly lifting the plane off the ground. The rest of his flight formation had already taken off. He was stationed in the tail end of the flying formation, the most dangerous place to be. After being stationed in England, he was off to the races. Heading for coast of France on a mission, he was relaxed in the cockpit. That was about to change in a flash. Three

He just hung there in the air, not moving. His lean, dark face remained expressionless, but tears welled up in his eyes and spilled over. The motors would run, all right. The ship could take him to Earth. But the radiation leakage from those motors would kill him long before he made it home. It would take ten days to make it back to base, and twenty-four hours of exposure to the deadly radiation from those engines would be enough to insure his death from radiation

dead crewmen, allowing the ship to star moving into less frightening waters. From the skies,

Lieutenant Steven Danielson was in the lead DPV as they arrived at the Aviation Museum. The last few miles to it were uneventful and the SEALs made good time. They pulled up to the Museum slowly, taking in what they could and looking for any people. As far as they could tell it was deserted, Lt. Danielson exited the vehicle and thought he would try the most obvious way first, he walked up to the main entrance and tugged on the door, it was secure.

to his fellow crew members about the distance and time it would have taken them to arrive on

Three days later after the departure, a helicopter spotted the boat and reported that its crew was potentially in distress since the vessel

-“‘The 14 minutes between initial failure of the leg and the rig’s eventual capsize left a window in which most of the personnel on board could have escaped, given a more effective command structure. But it would seem that no one took charge that night.’-(Officer of the Watch, 2013)”[2]

The maintenance androids became more confused. “Oh,” one said. “We’re due to board another ship. Can we get off before you leave? They’ll be waiting for us.”

"Attention! Attention to all passengers! We’ll be arriving at Beacon Academy shortly. Please gather your belongings and wait for further instructions. Thank you." An announcement came from the ship’s intercom speaker, alerting all of its passengers that the aircraft was about to land at its destination in a few minutes.