My Experience in the Military

Life for me in the military has changed me in many different ways like, trusting a person that looked different, reasonability, and working in places that the environment isn’t friendly. It taught me to be accountable for my actions. As a 17 year old young man, I was always the one to make a lot of excuses for anything that I was too lazy to complete. The military made me a responsible person. People knew that my word was solid if I said the task was complete, and trust was being earned. In the military trust is one of the biggest factors that keeps us alive during a mission, without it we are doomed.

The building was empty when suddenly I my leg was grabbed , I reacted fast and pulled out my trench knife and jerked my leg away from the grasp of the hand, but I looked down at the now wet street only to see one of the men who I shot but apparently never ended, he crawled  to me gasping for air as his throat filled with the  blood from the wound in his neck, I looked into his eyes that filed with  blood and at that moment the soldier said “ Please….p p p please  help me…..(cough,cough)  I…..I have a wife and daughter.” I faced  a decision at that time,  the monster who  am or  the monster that they say I am. I grasped the man in between my arms and brought him closer to my body, I whispered a prayer that my mother taught me when i was a child,”Father..forgive those who have forsaken me and forgive those who have forsaken you.” The soldier's tears of blood ran down  my uniform, as I pierced his heart with my blade. I lay him down on the path and as he drew his last breath, he thanked me.  The shed door creaked slowly as i peered into the warm and sheltered air that was hiding from the storm. The General stood there in his dark grey coat, covered in badges and symbols, a beacon of authority to all the soldiers under his influence. I tried to silence

“The soldier is the Army. No Army is better than its soldiers. The soldier is also a citizen. In fact, the highest obligation and privilege of citizenship is that of bearing arms for one’s country” by George S. Patton Jr. There are some people who are brave enough to put their lives on the line for their family and also their country. What happens after the battle that needed to be fought is over though? Do they just go back to their family and live happily ever after? From the outside looking in, one may only see just a man in uniform who fights for our country. They do not see the amount of time these soldiers spend away from their loved ones. They do not see the effects war has on not only them but

My connection to the Marine Corps is through my father, TerCraig Edwards and his service in the military has influenced my life in more ways than I could have possibly imagined. Some of these influences have been positive, while others have been negative. Prior to my senior year of high school, I viewed my father and his decision to join the United States Marine Corps as selfish. Growing up as a child, I witnessed my younger brother, Rashaad, cry himself to sleep on numerous occasions because he thought our dad would never return home from deployment. He kept a picture and a letter from our dad in his closet, on the wall and that's where he spent a lot of his free time: wondering if we would ever see our dad again. I would watch the news regularly

The moment I enlisted in the Marine Corps 14 October 2013, furthering my undergraduate education was put on hold for sometime. I have serve 2 years and 3 months active duty, recent opportunities have arisen allowing me to enroll at Cal State University, San Marcos for Spring 2016 semester. Yes, I am United States Marines, but I care for more than just my fellow marine; I am involve with the community. My current duty station is Marine Corps Air Station Miramar, CA. Every weekend, I volunteer my time at the PegasusRising Project and take care of 14 arabian horses as part of helping Veterans and their families reintegrate back into society. I would like to use this scholarship to help further my education and continue not only serving my country

It hurts too much to just let it go. You slide the towel off of your shoulders and grimace when you look at your stab wound. It’s already started forming bruises all along your shoulder and it’s bleeding again. You take out the peroxide and bite your cheek as you pour it over the wound, cleaning out whatever dirt the shower didn’t get. You sigh and look at pieces of wood still embedded in your shoulder. You grab the tweezers from the bathroom cabinet and try to easily pull the wood chips from your shoulder without screaming. Once you’re done, you pour peroxide over it once more, slap a bandage over it, and throw on one of Dean's too big shirts. After you’re finished in the bathroom you walk over to your bed and let the fluffy blankets envelop your aching body. The last thing you think of is how pissed Sam and Dean are going to be when they find out you snuck out on your

I took another round in the thigh. Knocked off my feet by the impact, I felt dazed. Laying there I watched the ordnance coming from every direction in the sky.

Four seconds was enough time for the one thug who stepped back around the corner to come out again and spot me. She brought down a katana at me, but was still too slow to avoid the projectile stun gun I used on her. Ejecting the packet as soon as I was sure it had made contact, I reloaded and stepped behind the first two who had suffered under my first attack. They were blind firing their weapons. Trying to at least, as I had made sure to jam every gun in the area. I used my taser to safely drop one, then the other, counting to five each time just to be sure. The sword looked decent enough for me to take, along with it’s sheath this time. Tattletale’s comment regarding the knives at our warehouse was

Luckily I grabbed a branch just in time because the clown threw the knife. He threw it, and it almost hit me. I hope he can’t throw in a tree. I climbed all the way to the top. I was exhausted. I looked down and saw the clown staring at me. We did that for a couple of moments and I decided to watch him. He figured out that he could not climb any more. I’m glad he didn’t try to throw the knife. I know there was no way to dodge it. I now know that that was his only knife. If he didn’t want to risk throwing it, then it most likely meant he didn’t want to waste his one and only shot.

When I joined the military I never thought I would have to repel from a 50 foot structure. The day we went to warrior tower was one of the must terrifying days of my life. I didn’t think I was going to be able to repel from the top because of my fear of heights. Many factors from that day have changed who I am like mini warrior tower, repelling down the tower, getting to the ground and what I learned from this

Your favorite place you lived when you were in the military was England because you had a lot of friends and every single weather condition you could think of was there. One day it was hot, another day it was freezing, one day was rainy, cloudy, frosty, you name it. All that was in one week.

A normal community is a group of people that live in the same place, but my community is different as its spread out all over the world. I chose to look at the needs of the military community, as it is the only true community I have been apart during my adult life. The military community is a special group of service members and their families who have different lifestyles than most and share a unique, family like bond. For my report I chose to interview two military spouses, currently stationed in two different states, to get a better feel for what our spread out community needs. During their interviews they each gave me different, yet important answers.

It was still very early in the morning as our chinooks touched down on one of the many snowcapped peaks in Afghanistan, the sun wouldn’t be up for several more hours. And in those hours of darkness we slowly and carefully made our way down into the valley below. The route down the mountain was treacherous littered with loose rocks and steep drop offs, but eventually we made it to the outskirts of the village. The sky had just started to lighten as we moved into the first compound, it seemed like any other day at first. As a team of Apaches we had on station passed over head I was setting in security on a short wall overlooking the rest of the valley, when I noticed it had started to rain. I remember hearing the call across the net that the

It all started out when I had been living in Japan for about 3 months so far for a training exercise with the Marine Corps. So far, I have loved it the culture change was very interesting and the Japanese folk were nice. Finally, it’s time to leave once again, except this time I am taking a plane to Thailand for a month. I was ecstatic, I’ve heard many great things about this place from some of my friends that have already been there. It’s the start of February and the weather has been terrible for the about a month now with just nonstop raining and flooding. There was no doubt I could go for nice warm weather even if I was going to be working outside every day.

Imagine yourself in a room, hacking away at a pig's head when suddenly your knife, or perhaps someone one