Military Creative Writing

Writing In the Marine Corps is absolutely essential starting from the lowest private all the way up the to our Commandant of the Marine Corps. Marines need to have a good understanding of how to write and have a professional vocabulary to produce products that they can be proud of and others will easily understand. I will go through some of my own experiences with writing and the leaders that helped me. Being promoted in the Marine Corp is a lot more then just being in shape and shooting weapons you’ll have to understand policies and write fitness reports in a professional manner. As we will discuss, Marines also have the incredibly tough job of writing awards and putting what they see into words so others can recognize the gallant acts that they have seen on and off the battlefield.

Many people are concerned about the U.S. military because of how many risks come with joining it. However, the U.S. military also explains the benefits that one could receive. Joining the military is a decision that should not be taken lightly. One must understand all aspects of the military. In order for a voter to be fully informed about joining the US military, one must consider both the risks, like mental illnesses and commitment and benefits, like education, and experience.

The smell of heated metal in this confined room started to clear my sinuses. As the temperature rose higher and higher, I felt my nose hairs slowly start to shrink and dissipate. As the walls crept closer and closer I realized I was being pushed to my death. The walls were closing on in on me and were forcing me to go in the only direction I didn’t want to. As I felt the heat of the walls start to slowly toast my back, I slid off the ground and into the abyss. As I held myself on the side of the pit for dear life, I find myself fixated on the hell laying below me, unable to avert my eyes. I looked around. Nothing. I looked at the sliding walls. Smooth as ice. There were no windows, no doors. I looked at the ceiling, there was no sky. I looked

I can hear the distant echoes of screams and gunshots, but they can hardly drown out the rapidly beating rhythm of my own heart. Looking through the small, filthy window, full of grime and dirt from the chaos outside, I see the soldiers marching away and dragging an innocent man with them.

Not a sound could be heard anywhere. Not in the stillness of the shadows, in any recess, not even a whisper disturbed the fresh, quiescent air, until, “Wakey! Wakey! My old shipmates! Rise and shine! Get your horrible torsos out of your loathsome bunks and get moving! We’ve got a war to fight and a good one it will be too!”

Are both of you doing fine? I miss you all so much. It's been a month since I've written a letter for both of you. Sorry for making you guys waited for so long. The Battle of Vimy Ridge ended a few days ago, and I am glad I got the chance to write a letter for both of you. As I mentioned in the previous letter, I was hired by Canada to be the war artist. I was excited at the moment when I was told to do so, but my feeling faded during the real battle. This was the most intense battle that I had ever seen in my whole life. I was frightened and feel like escaping during the battle because I do not want to sacrifice my life.Constant shelling of the lines was a daily part of my life. Bombs, Bullets and dead body were surrounded me. Some of the

The sound of the war blared over the radio in the small New England farmhouse, mixing and blending with the bubbling voice of a six year old playing pretend with her favorite toys. The kitchen in which she sat was bright, colored off-yellow with green trimmings around the cabinet. The smell of dried lavender and black bitter coffee tainted the air, along with the pungent odor of cow manor from the farm outside. Sun streamed in through the glass window above the sink, setting ablaze the particles of dust that danced in the air, moving as though ghosts would. The six year old sat on a tall wooden chair. Her legs dangled, swinging with the energy only one her age could have. In her hand a figurine of a doctor and a soldier, and to someone sitting across from her it would have appeared as though the figures were involved in an dance of some sort, bobbing and swaying in time with a silent symphony. The announcer on the radio spoke in a stern voice, strong and rusty like iron.

Overview: On the night of July 4th 2026, the unthinkable happened. The North crossed over the border to the South, and the war among the Koreans has begun. The second the North crossed over the border all hands were on deck. Here in Allendale, California the news struck hard, in the military barracks all had become havoc, for the worst that was imagined had begun.

One of the biggest influences in my life is my family's military service. There are tons of reasons for people wanting to serve our country. Patriotism, health benefits, free college, Or just for the challenge. I can say I enlisted for all of these reasons. One month ago, I made the decision to enlist in the Marine Corps as a parachute rigger and signed an Eight Year active duty contract. I started the process of enlisting almost a year ago by getting in touch with military recruiters. After taking the PICAT military aptitude exam I scored a seventy-five with great line scores; which means that every Military occupational specialty is available two be besides Nuclear Security and Airman. Since enlisting I attend weekly meetings and workouts

It started off like any normal day. Tony had gone to Paul’s house over the weekend. Paul’s parents had gone to Hawaii for a vacation and had not contacted Paul at all over the weekend. Paul thought this was strange. His parents usually always contact him when they are away. “Hey Tony, have you gotten any texts from my parents by any chance?” Asked Paul. “No I haven’t. I don’t even have service.” Said Tony. “That’s weird, I don’t have service either.” Said Paul. The two boys were now starting to get worried. A few minutes later, they heard a huge bang outside. The boys ran downstairs and looked out the window. The sky looked green and there was smoke everywhere. “What’s that over there?” Asked Tony. In the distance, they saw armored vehicles

Overwhelmed with disgust I couldn’t bear to look at him. Instead I rushed to the phone, somehow I found strength enough to do so, and I called 911. No I’m here in this hospital bed and that’s all I remember. “Do you remember how u got abducted”? The detective asked me. I stared into his eyes and muttered “no” as the nurse to my left changed the needle in my arm that was supplying me with liquids. “I told you all I remembered”. At that moment my mother and father rushed in pushing straight pass the detective to my bedside. They both hugged me as tight as possible. “Not too tight, shes still a little weak” the nurse said. The look my mother gave was enough of a signal to let the nurse know it would be in her best interest to leave and leave

Jared’s response to my question, “Why did you join the military and why did you pick the branch you’re serving?” was very honest and straightforward. He explained to me he wasn’t going anywhere in life and decided to follow in his family’s footsteps and chose the military. When I asked him what his first days working were like and if it was different than training for it he immediately snapped and said “It was the hardest work I’ve ever done in my life.” He thought it was very different than training for the job because once he meant his boss they would teach him something different. I would say his favorite topic from me was when I asked him to tell me about Boot camp. He explained to me what he learned and it was you have to play as a

Now to tell you about the rest of my time in Vietnam. First I was assigned into a new ship which is in Mekong Delta, which was on of the worst places there. We were attacked several times but most times we were fine, but the last attack was one of the worst days of my life Moses was shot and killed. It was devastated now all I want to do now is just go home.

Metha flipped to the last page in her journal containing her most recent poem “My Paratrooper”. Clearing her throat, she began to read aloud:

“He is the goblin general who has done a fine job uniting the goblin nation into a cohesive entity with direction and purpose.”