After being apart of the task force team in the spring 2016 semester. I began to gain a strong interest in working in the COMPASS office. During my time as a intern I was given the opportunity to develop many different skills that not only will allow me to be a positive asset to the COMPASS Ambassador team, but it will allow me to take this opportunity as a learning experience to improve my professional networking, as well as my leadership
I really enjoyed my activities this week. Shadowing my Task Supervisor during a therapeutic home visit was interesting. I loved her interaction with the foster family. She took the time out to interview each child and properly observe the children in their home setting. She also addressed any concerns or questions that the Foster Parents had.
With no vision or plan to enter the civilian life and no idea what to do with my life, I still had severe scars of the year in Iraq. There wasn’t a priority or a drive, but however, I did have some responsibility I had a wife and three children. In a desperate move, I attempted to return to the State where I was born as I think about it this may have been some comfort zone. I would send my two new children back home to their state while I attempted to land a job. My first interview would be in Cincinnati as a Retail Manager in a large company. Confident that I had some stability, I couldn’t avoid the heavy drinking or my violent outbursts I would eventually succumb to leaving my wife and two children to find myself in this lost world, which later I regretted. My focus was to leave everything behind and start a new life this would
It was the 7th of April 2005. I was a part of 1st Platoon, G Troop 82nd Cavalry, Task Force 1-163 IN, and FOB Gaines Mills is where we called home. I was a Specialist in a Light Cavalry unit assigned to Alpha Section of 1st Platoon. My duty position strongly depended on the mission and how our Platoon Leadership wanted to task organize. Since we had quite a bit of diverse talents from the E-4 and below, and we were all capable of Driving, Gunning, or being a Dismount, I had to always be ready to move into one of those positions at any time.
It's time to go to work. Well, we already have. Tomorrow starts the first day of staff professional development and the first day that we meet the new crop of staff for the 15-16 School-Year. Please make sure you build in time to arrive early. The day begins at 7:45AM for Operations. However, get in earlier. Try to target 7:30AM.
The year was 2007 and my brother Eric had just returned home from deployment to Iraq and the mood was ecstatic around the house. My dad was welling up with tears, finally being able to see his oldest child returning home from service. Mom was also very happy as well, repeatedly fondling over Eric as soon as he entered the house. Eric and I had always been close, even though there was a decent age gap between us of 15 years. We talked for hours about what his time was like in Iraq and in the military; he seemed open to talking about it even though he witnessed some fairly nightmarish experiences. Eventually I got the bright idea to challenge him to a wrestling match on the lawn even though he had 120 pounds on me. He tried to talk me out of
On 01-25-17 I responded to the above address. Upon arrival I observed an officer talking to Ciro Castro who was speaking through a brocken window in the door and he refused to come outside. I also saw Christine Young sitting on the ground in the neighbors yard talking to Ofc Matthews.
This was my first deployment to Iraq and second overall deployment with Bravo Company, 1-501 Parachute Infantry Regiment. I was only in one direct fire engagement during my first deployment. So when we were notified of your company being selected to change areas of operation to one of the hottest spots in all of Iraq I was not sure what to expect. I had only been a Squad Leader for 6 months and I was not exactly sure how my young squad would handle the realities of war. We were stationed in Alaska and the army chose us to attend a Joint Readiness Training Center (JRTC) rotation in Fort Polk, Louisiana that prepared us for the adverse conditions of Iraq. During JRTC we conducted multiple raids while being paired with a team from 20th Special
Throughout the fiscal year I was working as member of both teams Read and Blue. Time spent in Blue team allowed me to get knowledge in technical and functional areas needed to support DC4. Working in Red team I got a chance to navigate thru ambiguous situations, from working on many different applications and various different front line cases.
Although it may seem counter-intuitive, one of the proudest moments of my life was when I tried out for an officer position on my dance team and didn’t earn the title that will haunt me for the rest of my life: “Senior Lieutenant.” I fixed my world around that title, and it would determine the level of my leadership position on the team. The day after the results were announced should’ve been the most dreadful day of my life; having to get up and look in the mirror at the failure staring back at me, then having to drag myself to school and master the art of not being seen to avoid the shame. However, this day was something to the contrary. I knew I was internally devastated for letting the incredible opportunity slip through my fingers, but
This was my second year in the law enforcement program and I had the feeling that this was definitely something that I really wanted to do. My first year in law enforcement definitely caught my attention and I really had a desire to continue down the law enforcement path. I really looked forward to doing my job shadows. I knew that I would be able to go to a lot of different police agencies, different county's courthouse and even get to go to the different county’s jails which would really help me decide what I really wanted to do in law enforcement.
One day Lane was at home with his dogs on the couch. Then all of a sudden his sergeant called him in for training. Today was training day. 1st they were jumping out of airplanes. 5 parachutes were spotted where was the 6th one his parachute wouldn’t deploy and he went splat 100 meters from the drop zone.
The next week was PRT training where we learned about life on the PRT, how to work with the military, how to interact with our Iraqi interlocutors and life in general on a FOB (Forward Operating Base), where I was headed or at the Embassy. There were basic intros into many of the players in Iraq providing assistance, USAID, Department of State efforts, and some of the many projects being undertaken.
On 04/25/2017, I, Dillon Dickerson, badge #155, was working as a Patrol Officer for the Wichita State University Police Department, in Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas. At approximately 2350 hours WSU dispatch advised there was a female at lot 25 Emergency Phone who reported an altercation with her boyfriend. Dispatch advised there were no injuries to her or weapons involved. Dispatch also advised the boyfriend would be driving a newer white Acura and that he is a black male 5’9” thin build possibly wearing a black hoodie.
I joined the Marine Corps looking for a challenge. I wanted to open doors for a new career and longed to have a positive impact on the world around me. Looking back five years later, I realize I found all that I originally sought, but I’ve also found something profoundly satisfying and meaningful that I never knew I was missing.
It was already 9:30 so I went to sleep. The next day I geared up for the mission. I had an M40A5 with a silencer and a pistol, along with a grenade.