Williams looked at his old team, which was now his new team. “We need to get used to our new names.” So from now on, we will always use our new names when we speak to each other. Okay?”
“Yes, sir. Wall.” Jim replied as Sam and Maria each gave a 'Yes ' nod of their heads.
“Good.” Sam Williams told them. “But cut out the Sir part. Now, introduce yourselves to me.”
Arthur went first. “I 'm Sam Botha from South Africa.”
“I like that name, Sam.” Williams said.
Then Joyce said. “I am Maria Villa-Garcia born in Mexico and raised in the Estados Unidos.” As she added a smile.
“Bueno.” William 's told her.
Lastly, Tyler spoke. “I 'm Jim Toth, first generation Hungarian-American.”
“Very good. And I am still Williams and since I have not been given a nom-de-plume.” Sam told them.
“I was told that your code name is W-A-One-One.” Jim told him.
Okay then.” Williams said, “WALL it is. I hope to be able to brief you on our mission, soon. For now, all I can say it that Jim will be the Team Leader and all communicating will be done through him and myself.” Finishing up the last fork full of food from his plate, Sam told them. “Man, the food here is almost as good as my wife 's cooking.”
“Need To Know.” Jim told him as he winked at is former and new boss.
Sam smiled. “Very good Jim.”
Just then the door of the mess hall opened and a uniformed soldier entered the room. He walked up to Williams and asked. “WA11?”
“That 's me.” He told the corporal as the soldier handed him an envelope. “Thank
A smile passed like a shadow across Martyn's face and he turned to answering Storm's earlier question as he if he had just been asked. “Samuel and a team of scientists. Yes.”
“I am doing well General Washington. And you?” he said while shaking General Washington’s hand.
He keeps his polite smile as the General walks with him to a neighbouring room, shutting the door closed. "To be honest," starts the General, "I've read all the reports concerning your person." Well... shit. "And to be honest I am not a supporter of Major Hewlett.
“I’ll try to get in first,” he explained. “I’m on good terms with some of the residents here.” He knocked on the door a few times, and then began to call. “Dodi? Graverobber? Tessa? Anyone?”
In the novel, The Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger, phonies are one of the main things Holden Caulfield despises. The definition of the word phony is “A person who is not what he pretends to be”. There are many examples of phonies in the novel, however the biggest one being Holden. Holden is a phony. Holden, lies, is a hypocrite and changes his image constantly.
My name is Zulema Ibeth Montes de Oca, I am nineteen years old, I was born March 1,1997 in Berkeley, CA. I was Born into a very traditional Mexican Catholic Christian family; I was raised as part of the Mexican ethnic majority. My parents are both from Mexico, my mom is from Nuevo Ideal, Durango more of a cowboy western type of place and my dad is from Armeria, Colima more of the coast side, best known for the beaches and weather. I have not yet found out what their descent is like. I do know my parents came out to the United States to make their wish come true, “El sueño Americano”. My parents both came here not knowing the language, not knowing nothing just for a better life. That saying “El sueño Americano”, has always been a big impact
“That’s him alright,” he replied between dying chuckles. “Feel like tagging along with my errands? You can let out all your Iggy frustrations on me.”
“You are here to train for the army let’s get you a uniform and a room”he said.
Being raised in two countries, Mexico and the United States, shaped me into the person I am today, a fluent bilingual and independent young woman who enjoys helping others. I was born in Harlingen, Texas and lived there for about six years. However, my family decided to move to Mexico in 2005. Seeking better opportunities, I made the decision to return to my home state at the age of fifteen.
“Sir, no, no, that won’t do. I’m Edward, please; I should be calling you sir. Your work here has been nothing short of miraculous.”
“New Mexico?” I asked my Mom who had streaming red hair, a wide gleaming smile, and icy blue eyes.
IRIS RIOS: I’m from Mexico and I was 3 years old when I came to the United States….
“Both sides are wrong but yes.” He paused and watched the boy. “What was your troop?”
On July 6,1907 in Coyocoan, Mexico City, Mexico she was born in a house commonly called Casa Azul. She grew up with both parents and three sisters. Growing up she experienced a series of unfortunate events that led her to be the person she once was.
“See? You know, because you were in the Army yourself. You and Dad. It's my turn now!”