Personal Narrative: A Veteran Woman

Everyone knows that a soldier is someone that has made the ultimate sacrifice. By that I mean someone that has gave up being with family and friends to go and help the world. However, being a civilian may be difficult at times, it does not even compare. The responsibilities of a solders can be challenging, rewarding and yet demanding. As a United States Soldier, fighting for our country, both home and abroad, we are considered as a band of brothers, well some may even call it a family whom incorporate the antic of military first, family second and accountability fits into the category as top priority. Within the United States, the importance of keeping our patrons safe and free of any potential threats that can be a risk to safety is also near

“Wake up all of you and come to the living room”, my father called out loudly as he entered home Friday nights. He always wanted everything done as he says. At age of eight, my father had started making me set goals, but it was obvious since that is what all other soldiers do. Attaining the set grades in class meant rewards, though the reverse called upon punishments. All he did was finding a way to make me better, though he was actually making me perfect for his expectations. As I shifted from my school to a new English school where everything seemed different, he could not tell me to get a sixty plus this time, which was not even that easy in my first French school. This place made me grow into a real army girl through a real

Veterans are important to our Nation’s future because without them we would not be where we are today. They defended our rights as Americans. They make great war movies and games based on their experience overseas. They also make great body armor and gun ideas that they could have used. Without veterans we would not have the variety of weapons like we do today. Veterans are what made America. If it wasn’t for our Veterans, we would not be as safe as we are today. They put their life on the line trying to defend the United States of America and all of the people who live in it.

In May of 2005 I finally accomplished something that really meant a lot not only to me and my family, but to the people of the United States of America. Even while being in Iraq from April 2007 to November 2007 and losing a brother in arms while I was there I still felt honor. After finding out I will be a dad in June 2008 I became a Non Commissioned officer July 1st and a married man by July 2nd. Once August 2008 came I found myself saying yes to four more years. Once August 2012 came I was a well-established family man who became a marine vet who is instilled with nothing but honor, courage, and

How do we appreciate our veterans? How do we appreciate our country? Most importantly how do we believe in america? This is what i think…...

As a child of a Vietnam Veteran, I have witnessed my father and go through many things to receive adequate support. My father suffers from progressive prostate cancer, Post-traumatic stress disorder, and a depraved back. These chronic illnesses have forced him to retire early and seek help from the government for financial support. He has repeatedly seek help for the Veteran Affairs applying for unemployment disability and have been turn down several times because his illnesses are considered to be common for Vietnam Vets. This has been hard on my family caring for him and finding an extra source of income to sustain living. Living in a rural area there are no Veteran Affair offices, therefore, we have to travel two and a half hours and

Today has been the most eventful day in all my life. I almost got my leg cut off, tried to kill myself, and became a war hero, in line to be promoted to Lieutenant. I cannot remember much from the first battle, in which I almost lost my foot, besides the blinding pain the came during it. I suspect the feeling will not leave me for the rest of my days. Pain so blinding I could not even manage a scream of pain. If was as if lightning had struck me and all the hornets in the world had decides that I was their worst enemy. The torture felt as if it had lasted for hours though only seconds after the attack I passed out and was dragged off of the battlefield. I woke up in the hospital tent, surrounded by bloody knives and surgery instruments, and looked outside to see what was to become my fate, a man hobbling along on one foot, being supported by tree branches alone.

From January 8 to January 10, 2014, the first Wounded Warrior Pacific Invitational was held in Honolulu, Hawaii. Hosted at the Pearl Harbor-Hickam bases, this event included a total of 150 athletes. The Wounded Warrior Pacific Invitational was the largest joint-service competition outside of the annual Warrior Games. At the event, servicemembers from the Special Operations Command, Army, Coast Guard, Navy, Air Force and Marines took part in the various competitions.

As a disabled veteran I have had many experiences with the ever “infamous” Department of Veterans Affairs. Many people complain about the VA medical, and VA benefits about there slow response to veterans and dependents needs. Though it did take the VA a full calendar year and an extra 3 months to get my percentages prepared for my medical discharge following my Medical Evaluation Board, I had no issue with this considering I never wanted to get out of the military in the first place. My issues with the VA have always come when a situation arises that I need to speak with a VA representative. Whether it is calling the VA to check on the status of a monthly benefit payment or a general question regarding benefits I have always been put on hold for at minimum 30 minutes.

I interviewed my grandma, Diane Thompson, about what the American Dream was for her in her 20’s in the 1970’s. In 1970 she was 21 and in 1979 she was 30. Diane was a young female adult.

On April 6, 2016, at 1645 hours, MSA Clerk from Woman’s Clinic notified VA police of disruptive Veteran. The Veteran entered the Clinic after hours stating they were going to the Pharmacy but instead went to Women’s clinic and demanded to see a doctor. The Veteran hit the window when, they informed her that the doctors had gone home for the day. VA police made contact with her and she stated she needs medicine or she would die. VA Police asked her mutable times if she wanted EMS called and she stated “no”. The Veteran was given a verbal warning for violating 38 CFR 1.218 (b) (11) Disorderly Conduct which creates loud boisterous and unusual noise. Veteran departed VA controlled property without further incident.

I can’t write very well. I cannot write very well. I don’t like to write. I do not like to write. Over the past four years our teachers gave us various types of papers to challenge us to be better writers. Thinking back I always felt like a good writer and writing seemed to come easier to me. “Wow, you should be an author” was one of the very first things a colleague looking over my paper stated.

In a tiny, beat-up bar on the sketchy side of a big city, I sit at a booth with a hardened, grizzled war veteran who was drowning his sorrows with cheap liquor out of amber-tinted shot glass. Consequently because of Veteran's Day, in honour of those who served, I was asked to interview Colonel William Cohen McAdams —who served in the Army, Airforce, and the Navy SEALs—for an article in the university paper. He was a decent-looking fellow—for someone who was missing an eye. Ironically enough, he catches more with one eye than anyone else does with two. He lost it to a shrapnel grenade during his fifth and final tour of duty—I’d later learn. He got the least of the blast, thanks to his best friend, who jumped in front of the explosive; God rest his soul.

Recently your student read a fictional story about a Vietnam veteran. Students were able to research the Vietnam War and then get a first hand account of the war from a local veteran. Students then used their research and conversation with their veteran in order to create a unique product to give to their veteran. On Monday, October 17th, students have the opportunity to make the 15 minute walk to the Veterans Freedom Center in order to give their products to the veterans. If you do not want your student to walk to the Freedom Center they will have an alternative assignment to do in the library. Please return the permission slip below by Friday, October 14th.

Everyday I try to make my son believe that his father will come back. I live alone with my son since my family is miles away. And just like any woman with her husband away at war I am afraid of being robbed and my house being invaded of those who has gone mad because of war. Encouraged by Rosie the Riveter, most women helps in the war by being nurses, cooks, or serving in the U.S. Armed Forces. I, on the other hand, takes care of my son. My life is normal and so are my everyday routines. First I make breakfast, next I walk my son to school, thenI cook lunch, after that I play with my son when he came home, and finally I make dinner. After dinner I kiss my son goodnight and go downstairs to watch the television.