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The soldiers ahead were walking quite fast, urging everybody to hurry. Buildings full of people became empty in a matter of minutes with the soldiers knocking from house-to-house, telling everybody to leave. Once we left the city, they split us up into groups of fifty and told us to walk on a specific route. My dad was looking at some of the soldiers and their uniform: completely black with a red & white scarf. No badge and no identification, yet they were holding rifles. He suddenly started removing his badge and wallet; throwing them onto the side of the street, where no one could see

My bus was extremely empty since most of the injured were drumline members, the other section on my bus. I was there when the drumline captain had to call one kid’s dad in Texas to let him know his child was one of the severely injured. We couldn’t even tell the dad what hospital his son was in or what his injuries were, all we knew was that last we saw him, he was crushed under a two foot thick slab of concrete. After a long bus ride back to school, I drove myself home. When I got home and saw my dad I broke down crying.

The same soldier came and picked me up, I hugged and kissed my family goodbye. I was heartbroken but I was helping the union, defeat the rebels. I heard our front door shut behind me, and I promised myself that I was going to make it back. After 3 days of traveling we made it to the camp, and my canteen was empty. The general was there to greet me and told me the plan. I settled in for that night and ate dinner. It was definitely worst dinner I have ever had. I turned my lamp out and I snuggled next to my dog in the pup tent to keep warm than I was snug as a bug. It was a burdel cold night. Early that morning, soldiers woke up and most of them had frostbite on their fingers and

Unimaginable pain ran thru my hand, a few seconds later I passed out. I had been shot thru my left wrist while on patrol around Kandahar Afghanistan in August 2011. This event would wind up taking many things from me. The hardest trial I would endure was to regain my range of motion and ability to lift weights. Weight lifting is one of the few sports that I love to do and have done since I was a child. It took almost 2 years of physical therapy and another 2 years of personal therapy to regain the movement and strength I needed to compete in the 5th annual valor games Midwest.

My stepfather is a medic and my mother is a medic. My stepfather is a combat medic and my mom was just a hospital sometimes combat medic. Both of them are in the military. They know what it means to be hurt and to see people hurt. So they told me as a boy that if I cried about being hurt I was a bitch. If I complained about being hurt, I was not a man. Men do not get fazed by being hurt. They are supposed to brush it off and walk away like it was nothing. One time I was playing football with by older brother/best friend Travious and we had no pads on in my neighbor’s back yard with some other people, and the game started to get intense. One of the smaller kids who were playing fumbled the ball, and Travious and I both went for the ball. Head-to-head we hit, and it must have been how bulls and goats feel when they hit their heads because it hurt like hell. We sat there for about five minutes trying to figure out what the hell was going on. And when we got up, Travious fell and I think he blacked out for minute and I was bleeding excessively from my nose, which I thought was broken at the time. We walked in my house and went to my mother and father who were lying on the couch watching TV. Even when they saw me, they never moved or cared much about the blood or the nose that looked broken. And they finally told me, “You will be fine; you are a boy, and things like this happen so suck it up and go back outside and play

Then what happen is we went in to get drugs but all there was is 1 guy and his 10 body guards. So what we did is pulled out the bag with 100000 dollars to by 100000 pounds of weed. Then what we did is took off are black coats really fast with are 2 bullet

This is the story of a young man named Luke. He was recruited on a rainy day the air smelling of rain in southern Poland, in 1944 to the Jewish partisans. it was a long process first you have to go through a rigorous training course consisting of a 1 mile run, tree climbing and Parkour. This is how you get in as soon as I got in there They started planning something, that thing that they Were planning was an attack on Auschwitz. they had to travel on foot until they got to the train and when we got to the train we had to take out the guards, if we successfully took out the guards then we would hijack the train and use it to get to Auschwitz. when we got to Auschwitz we would slowly take out the guard with our sniper that we

They all agreed. When we went back down to get the paper, my boss told me to not go back up there. I didn't agree with him so I traveled my butt right back up there. I also had the big paper. It said, “We are being held hostage, help us.” I walked to the edge of the building and I saw 4 men pointing guns up at the top. I sprinted back to the ladder and climbed back down. I told everyone what I saw. They were getting very, very, very, VERY crept out. I took a few of the guys up to the top and we took the sign to the side of the building and taped it to the side of the building. We couldn't see the people that were at the bottom of the building. So the people I brought up with me took the sign over and taped it. When we were almost done hanging the sign we all say one person walk out a van. The man was actually normal. The man said “cut, cut, cut.” I didn't know what was going

I walked into an old house and found a couch inside, I decided that would be where I slept. A few more hours passed and it was night time, I got comfy on the couch and tried to sleep. I started to fall into a dream when I heard a few sounds outside, I got up and grabbed the rifle I picked up earlier. I crept to the window making no sound at all, I peeked my head around and could see a group of men with some guns and a car, I watched for a few minutes. They had army gear on and some of the men had lab coats on, I suddenly realized they were like the people in the vaults, I had to find out what was going on. I grabbed all my stuff and waited, they were going through a few bigger places for supplies, they got what they needed and started to leave. I let them get a little bit ahead of me before starting to follow them, I stayed in the darkness behind things, to not get caught. They drove slowly for about an hour, they went into a bigger city and I followed them, curious where they were going. They drove for a few blocks more and stopped in front of a garage, a few of them got out and looked around to see if anyone was watching, they couldn’t see me. They finally opened the garage and I saw a nice place, it had a lot of supplies and other things inside. I ran towards the garage and they saw me approaching, they lifted their guns at me, “who are

Trying to open my door to my house to get inside while a mysterious white van approches up in front one that i have never seen around or could remember. The people in the van ask my uncle “aye where you from?” and he replies with “i am from nowhere i don't gang b..a..n..g”. My neighbor sees what is happening outside but is hiding behind his door just looking what happens next.Then comes out running and has a ak-47 on him lock and loaded ready to shoot. The next thing I know he starts to shoot at the van while my uncle and I duck for cover behind the wall. I was so scared and wanted to scream and let my emotions out but for some reason I couldn't and just saw all the bullets come out one by one.This felt like it could take hours and I also saw that he had another magazine in his sweater and thought to myself when will this end and how? I'm breathing so quick exhaling and inhaling thinking I could pass out any minute if I keep this up but quickly found out this is the only thing that is keeping me calm. The guys in the white van run out of bullets to shoot and took off making the loudest noise with the wheels burnin

We were in our bunks when the alam went off. We were walking out of are room then one of the guards, Officer Micke was at that the end of the hall way. Gat told me to wait. As I was waiting I watch Gat ran up to Officer Micke took his baton and beat him. I ran up to Gat to stop him but I was to late Officer Micke look to be dead. We kept on going down the main hall the light were out it was darker then dark.

When I woke up I knew I wasn't gone. I got up to see a bloody wound from where i was shot, it hurt so bad. I went to the hospital and got stitched up. After, I

It was about a month later and John found a new girl named Lilly and he new she was the girl of his dreams. Lilly had dark brown hair and brown eyes, she was a little smaller then him and she was great at soccer, when she was little. John couldn't forget about the planes and the twin towers, so he took matters into his own hands and joined the navy. Months later he finished his training, he was in the best shape of his life and he knew it. He was a sniper and could not what ever he wanted to. John was deployed for the first time in Iraq when he got there his mouthed dropped. He never new it was this bad. Him and his spotter got set up. Men with ak-47's came out of the house trying to shoot the jeep he picked 7 off but 2 got away from him. It was his first time killing a man. He threw up wants he got a deep breath. Weeks had gone by and he had gotten up to 30 kills a day, he became known as the best sniper. Boom!!! He saw one of his men fall. His brains and blood splattered up on the wall, all the men quickly dove down and took cover. All the men excaped that day and lucky for them it was the last day there. When he got home Lilly was waiting about in tears of joy. She was so happy to see him. She was holding little Owen, that's the name they came up with. John was home but He wasn't the same. Lilly didn't know what he was thinking, he was always really

It was just a regular day in the the windy city but that was about to change. At 12:00 in the afternoon people started hearing very big rumbling sounds and didn’t know was going on and when people started to look they saw all of the helicopters and fighter jets just bombing everything that was on the ground and `people knew that they could be next. So everyone started gathering everything and packing because they knew their house was gonna get blow up. A 22 year old guy named Johnny Dayz couldn’t watch anymore and wanted to take action to fight against these people that were doing this to their city.

A bullet clipped the side of my left arm causing me to stumble forward, I just barely managed to stay upright. I looked back over my shoulder and fired a few shots to scatter them.