Palo Alto: A Realistic Narrative

The victory at the Battle of Palo Alto was paramount to the idea of lessons learned in regards to the roles and responsibilities of Noncommissioned and Commissioned Officers in early days. As this was one of the earliest battles in the Mexican-American War, it aided in establishing the standard for future campaigns, as well as tactics in leadership seen in the Civil War. As it relates to today, the actions of the men who fought contributed significantly to the newly adopted contemporary leadership, and also the problems the United States Army faces in its ranks today.

It was April of 1999. My family was at home. Children were running outside. The asphalt was burning. Cars rolled up to the entrance of the apartments and BANG. I grew up in Stockton, California. Surprisingly, as a minority, I wasn’t really a minority. There were, in fact, a large and diverse population of Asian-Americans. But, Stockton is not the ideal place to live. It was hot and dry, almost to the point of a drought. Stockton was also ranked as the one of the top 5 most dangerous cities in California. So, having a nice and safe family is kind of difficult. Eventually, my family decided to move to Crescent City, California when my dad retired. It was a world of difference. There were trees, plentiful water, and a nice cool temperature. This

During the summer of 7th grade my mom and I went on a trip to san Francisco that showed me how real untreated mental health issues, homelessness, and drugs are. I always knew that bad communities existed and they’re not safe but I never knew what they really looked like. That was until my mom and I accidentally walked through the tenderloin. The Tenderloin is one of the most infamous parts of San Francisco. The whole city of San Francisco is a crazy and beautiful place that I learned how many people suffer from drugs, crime, poverty and homelessness.

In the Santa Clara Valley, in the years following the war, comparatively very few homes were built in the ways discussed so far in this chapter. The overwhelming majority were built in large tracts numbering from 50 to 200 homes or more. I will tell you how this mass-produced housing came into being in Chapter 7, but for now will continue with some additional GI stories.

San Luis, Colorado is the oldest town in Colorado. The Rio Culebra winds through the valley, surrounded by majestic mountains. It is one of the most beautiful scenes I have ever seen. My family along with many others have been here for generations. The beauty of the land is only accentuated by the beauty of our tight-knit families and culture. To counteract of all the physical and cultural beauty, there is social and economic strife everywhere around me. I live in the poorest county in Colorado and being impoverished is a challenge my community faces because of a lack of education and job deficit. As I have delved into community and family history, I have better understanding that the fact the that while many things like our support and love for family and culture have remain unchanged and untainted, so has the fact that our community struggles

I don’t remember much, I just remember not wanting to leave. The place I would be spending the rest of my life I had only visited a few times. I, only being two at the time, was absolutely terrified of moving. Moving. It seemed like the worst possible thing that could’ve happened then. At first, when we left, it felt the same as the last time I had gone there. Then the realization that I would be gone forever kicked in, and the fact that this time, my dad wasn’t coming with us. Just my mom and I.

Hwy. 395, past a marker grandma green church of my childhood. Our post Ironman week was less than typical. Hence, we are home turning over flagging remnants of overgrown August herbs, a plethora of scarlet blistering shishito peppers, and multi colored bells, discovering another garden dinner in the doing. My mother often made stuffed bell peppers which began with blanched, whole peppers full of ground beef, bread crumbs, bacon, and raw Minute Rice which magically cooked the tiny white bits as they bathed in bubbling stewed tomatoes topped with American cheese. Sixty years later, my sister and I reminiscence about those delicious packages of meatloaf and buttery new

I was born in Modesto ,CA on August 17, 2003 in Modesto hospital . I lived in Atwater ,CA most of my life ,but then I moved to Merced this year. Places that I have visited that feel like home is Watsonville and Santa Cruz. I have been in the same school for 8 years . Also, I have had a separate year in preschool. When I was in preschool I went to a school near Winton ,CA. During my magical 8 years I stayed in Bellevue since kindergarden through 8th grade.

“Gary Soto was born in Fresno, California, in April, 1952, to working-class Mexican-American parents. At a young age, he worked in the fields of the San Joaquin Valley. He was not academically motivated as a child, but became interested in poetry during his high school years.” Soto uses his cultural experiences lead him to write about his character how he does and throughout all of his short stories, books, and poems he adds in Spanish words, to show us the kind of environment he grew up in as a Spanish American. Reflecting on the obstacles he had to overcome such as racial discrimination and the ethnic boundaries, to get where he is today.

The Great Valley is a large alluvial plain approximately 50 miles wide and 400 miles long. The

As my breath fills the open-air with a cool and foggy mist, I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't gone on this trip. As I look down all I see is clothes covered in dirt and I wonder when the last time That Susan had got a chance to wash This Set of clothes when I look around i see some familiar faces and some I can't make out. These mountains have taken us days to climb. Most say that we are almost to the top but I fear that we still have very far to go. A fresh layer of snow lays atop the wagons, Susan is laying down bundled in a thin blanket inside the wagon, Father is getting old, And i'm starting to think that he might not ever see california. If he doesn't make it it would be just me and Susan, I don't think that i'll have time

Once there lived a priest in San Luis Potosi, however, one day he decided to take a trip to an unknown destination to collect donations for the church. He was accompanied by two boys who he hired to help him around his house. When he returned he took a walk down an alley to his house where he was brutally murdered. The two teenage boys that the priest had been acquainted with were convicted of his murder and were hung by the neck. After their death, their hands were cut off and dangled on the wall of the alley near the house of the priest as a lesson to the people of the town. Many were terrified to walk down the alley and tried to avoid going down it, however, those who went down it rehearsed a prayer until reaching the end. Eventually, the

I have lived in two distinct communities: the first was the town of Moraga, the second, is the city of Stockton. The former is the epitome of white picket fence suburbia, with friendly neighbors, a high ranking public school system, and a non-existent crime rate. Growing up in Moraga, I was able to receive a great education, roam around freely, and never feared horrors such as gang shootings and drug abuse. Sadly, when I moved to the latter, most of these horrors were apparent weekly.

The small island of Alameda, located in Northern California, has a total population of 76,733 people, according to the United States Census. In relation to sex, the female populace controls the majority with 51.5% (Census). To assess the racial demographics of Alameda, I used the social explorer tool to create a map which revealed a lack of diversity. Nearly all of Alameda is dominated by the White race with the exception of the West End, where citizens are predominantly Asian (cite). Thus, minorities, including African Americans, Hispanics or Latinos, American Indians, and Pacific Islanders are greatly underrepresented in this city. This racial imbalance negatively shapes the lives of the minority citizens because they can feel socially unwelcome.

April was forced to wear very ugly clothing to school.  Mrs. DeRosier also wasn't sending the mail that April was sending and receiving from Cheryl.  Jennifer, a former friend of April helped her out in both of these areas.