Personal Narrative: Brotherhood Of A Steel Soldier

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

He quickly dressed, grabbed his sword, and ran outside ready for action. Then he finally heard what people were shouting about. The British captured his family. He immediately rushed to the general’s tent, burst in it, hollering, “We must save them!” He saw with shock that the general’s pistol was on him. “Oh, it’s you,” said the general setting down his gun. “Now what’s all this about saving who and doing what?” he said. “My wife! And children!” Matthew gasped trying to catch his breath. “Why? What has happened?” the general inquired. “The redcoats have taken my family captive and I need permission to lead a rescue mission,” stated Major Matthew. “Granted!” barked the general, “Matthew! Get them home.” Matthew smiled and sprinted out of the tent calling to his men to prepare for battle and on the double. Five minutes later his men were in a diamond formation awaiting orders. “Innocent people’s lives are at stake,” roared Matthew, ”As a matter of fact my family’s lives are stake and they are being held hostage by the vile lobster-backs. I would ask you to follow me to save them and I would be forever in any man’s debt if he comes and fights for me. Who is with me!” he shouted. Matthew was surprised that not only all of his men cheered, but that 300 more voices around him also bellowed out. Recovering from his shock he said, “ We

Caleb Ramian just got done with his meeting at 4:30 this morning. He was walking back to his tent, and as always, all heads turned in awe towards him as he walked by.”Look its General Ramian!” shouted one of the soldiers. He was known as one of the best generals in history, all of history. He had fought in the U.S. Civil war a few years back, and led the union to an amazing victory, without him they would have undoubtedly lost. Caleb wasn’t a serious scary general either, he liked to joke and was even married and had 2 kids. The meeting he had that morning wasn’t really a meeting at all, but a chat with his wife and kids. He was usually a happy person, but not in these circumstances.

Housing just an Infantry company it lacked even simple amenities such as running water, but it was home to the men of Second Platoon, Bravo Company, 1st Battalion, 36th Infantry Regiment. As the men of Second Platoon packed ourselves into the crowded and hot Bradley fighting vehicles early on a Monday morning, and rolled out onto the deadly streets of Tal Afar, I don’t think any of us would have imagined the events that were to unfold that day. Since arriving in January, we had had sporadic contact with the enemy, but it had been limited to insurgents shooting at us from a distance and then fleeing, roadside bombs, and booby traps. Today would be entirely different from what we had encountered as we took the fight to the

The protest, he remembered. He ran through the trenches towards the yelling voices. He was not prepared to see what he saw. It was the malicious General, his tall, emaciated figure looming over Max's short one, his mouth was pulled back into a snarl and his eyes brimming with rage. The others stood by, staring at their feet, they were the cowards Christopher decided. The General pulled a thin handgun out of his pocket and held it in his grey skinny hands. He pulled back the lever, a vile gleam in his eyes.

On the early morning of April 19th, my husband left to gather with the militia. I being worried could not go back to sleep and awaited by the window from time to time. The children were still asleep and out of the corner of my eyes, I see at least a couple hundred of lobsterbacks. I was frightened and crouched making sure I wasn’t seen. Oh how my heart beated, and I am ashamed to remind myself that the militia fired. Perhaps out of fear, but they fired. Immediately there was movement until my eyes could see, running, shooting, bloodshed. As soon as I saw the Regulars marching, and the house being so near to all the commotion I ran to the children and hoped they wouldn’t burn the house down. I was prepared, nervous for the life of my husband

The United States Army defines leadership as the process of influencing people by providing purpose, direction, and motivation to accomplish the mission and improve the organization (ADP 6-22). The Non Commissioned Officer Corps has a rich history in leading troops. Their Slogan is “Back Bone of The Army”. I took this to heart when I was sworn into the NCO corps. The Warrant Officer Cohort is known for their technical and tactical ability and being subject matter experts (SME) in their field. This post will discuss the differences between the NCO and the Warrant Officer.

Growing up as an Army brat had some disadvantages. Constantly moving, going to different schools, living in places that did not even speak English well, and most importantly not a stable support system. I did not really live with my parents until I was ten years old and that was short lived it only lasted four years. My parents were always getting station to a different military base or felt like we needed a bigger house. I was basically raised by my grandmothers, which was nice sometimes but I really wanted to be with my parents. A typical day when I was little went like this: wake up at my grandma’s house or at the local military base daycare, go to school, pick up from school by the daycare or my grandma, have an afternoon filled with all sorts of activities so I would not notice my parents were not there, go to my parent’s house, do my homework and eat dinner with them, pack my suitcase for that night, and return back to my grandma’s house. I moved so much that this college is my eleventh school I attended, which is sad since I never went to pre-kindergarten. Attending school was very much harder for me. I was bullied for being plus size and not

1. My experiences in combat and in garrison has provided me with an insightful perspective on our nation’s most precious resource, the United State Army Soldier. We are obligated to tell these Soldiers’ stories along with the respective commands they serve in with our local partner communities and national public. I see the VTIP as an excellent opportunity to continue serving the United States Army in a different capacity.

Our three day journey began in the state of Virginia. We drove through West Virginia, Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri, Kansas, and it came to well anticipated ending in Colorado. That is where my father's new military base was stationed and that is why we had to move, I think. To me, a fourth grader at the time, the reason being did not matter. The only thing that mattered was the fact that we had moved for the second time in my nine years of life. The only thing I focused on was the rear door of our 1997 Ford explorer being lifted into the air. See the rest of my family had decided with there being no seats lefts at the front of the truck, my tiny stature would fit perfectly in the back, along with the luggage. So for three days straight the six of us had been stuffed into that truck like a can of tuna. This was not the first time we had moved and it was certainly not the last.

My dad, Warren “Smitty” Smith was entered to the United States Army straight after high school. Upon entry, my dad attended Big Ben community college in Fort Polk, Louisiana. He left college for his military obligation.

Lucky to be alive, I fled under fire to the nearest shell hole hoping to regroup with my allies. To my surprise I ran into General Morgan and a few other infantry soldiers. Morgan, our leader, was whimpering with his arms wrapped around himself. A man who had seemed invincible was broken, leaving the men and I without a leader. I decided to take matters into my own hands as I collaborated with the nearby soldiers to launch an attack. The plan was

Buried deep beneath the ground, in the far edge of Kaa-Lya, Arten Damon and his commanders looked at the situation board. He wished he could be up there with his men, but it was far safer down here. Seventeen minutes, when they’d launched the attack, there had been six enemy tanks in the city, out of the fifteen working ones planetwide. They’d gotten five, but three more had flown in, and they’d lost more than thirty tanks of their own to take them down. On a screen to their side, Arten looked through the camera of an improvised tank. The whole force, a thousand men and more than six dozen “tanks” even after the losses they took, was advancing down the street, to the central computer 5 miles away. Their slow pace was necessitated by the infantry, who had to take more conventional transport. This battle seemed to be going far better than the one up there. The enemy infantry had fled from their barracks in disarray. They had not yet thought to bring new ones in. The government center came into view around

I busted the door open and there laid the person i was looking for. I am an american soldier and we have been in afghanistan for a while and my best friend and I were out last night. Then we heard these noises they were coming from up the hill so he decided to go look what it was. He got up there and all i heard was people saying get him in the car so I ran and was hiding behind a rock at the bottom of the hill. Then i heard the car drive away so i started to follow it slow so they wouldn't see me.

For me, those months at the academy were the beginning of my carrier as soldier in Viet Nam Republic Army. This period was filled with many intertwined happy and sad memories.