Personal Narrative: Call Of Duty World At War

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

It’s the day I have to move to the army's campsite. I grab my bag and swing them on my shoulder, it weighs a ton it feels like my shoulder’s gonna break. Sophie was peeking through my room door, as I was about to stand up she ran to the living room curled up into a ball making loud thud and sobbing noises. Outside of the house, I hug my mom as tight as I could, I don’t want to move any single inch of my bone. I want to stay like this forever. I felt a drop of water behind my shoulder and I know that it was her tears. I don’t want to leave them but I have to. It was time to let go but she didn’t want to, I grab her arm and slightly push them back.

If there was anything more terrifying to a shy, introverted, teenage girl than the idea of being a in crowded room full of strangers, it would to be actually in one. Yet, there I was, surrounded by a numerous amount of impatient, jet-black cars that illuminated the dark streets, rows of musicians rehearsing their piece by playing a dissonance of sounds, and the expectant, motley crowd of people lining up on the sidewalk for the veteran’s parade.

turning my head again I saw Simon dive to my aid. He did not utter a

The most important thing I learned about myself as a Non-Commissioned Officer during multiple deployments happened at the nine month mark of my third deployment. I learned that as a leader you must put yourself in front at all times to ensure the safety and security of your soldiers. I also learned that no matter how difficult the situation, everyone will fall back on the training they received in order to ensure mission success. Extensive training coupled with strong leadership all the way through the Army level are necessary for the accomplishment of some of the most difficult missions.

First, the cost of war is tremendous. America is so in debt, and instead of trying to pay it all off, they’re using it to buy weapons of mass destructions. As our national debt goes up, so do our problems. The money that is being spent on the transportations for the soldiers, the food/ shelter being paid for, the weapons, can all be used to pay for much more important things. The taxpayer’s money could be used to fund underprivileged families and schools. Schools could be using the money to fund the music and arts programs that could help the students express themselves. The money can also be used to help keep people off the streets, and even fix roads and buildings all over the country. We can make this country beautiful, but instead the

My army career was right on track. I had been in the army 3 years at this point, coming up on 4, and already had completed air assault school, been awarded my expert infantry badge, and had one 15 month deployment under my belt. I was assigned to the scout platoon sniper section and was waiting for a sniper school packet to get final approval from the company commander. I had been studying for the sergeant promotion board for months. I knew that study guide like the back of my hand, I knew whatever question I was asked by the command sergeant major I would have an answer for. I went to the promotion board that morning and blew it out of the water. My dress uniform was perfect. No one was able to find a single deficiency. The soldiers creed

Running around the front yard, toy gun in right hand walkie-talkie in my left. The dream right? Fighting for the land of dreams, the place you were raised, America. Fighting for freedom, liberty, justice, and family. I had this dream. This was me. Was…

No one is more professional than I. I am a noncommissioned officer, a leader of Soldiers. As a noncommissioned officer, I realize that I am a member of a time honored corps, which is known as “The Backbone of the Army”. For over 200 years the Army has served the people of the United States with citizens who have volunteered to serve. Throughout the years one thing has remained the same, the Army has grown, changed and adapted to meet the needs as an ever-changing world.

I was never really good in school. I graduated high school with a 2.15 GPA, and I blame that on my struggle to focus for long periods of time. Furthermore, I struggled with math and science in high school. I failed geometry twice and chemistry once. To overcome these educational barriers, I employ two things I learned in the military: get the task done and get it done right the first time, and hold yourself accountable for your actions.

What game should I get, Daniel thought while in the gaming store. He stored enough money in his piggy bank to get the newest release of Black Ops or Guitar Hero Live. The only thing he did to choose the games was by his usual way of choosing, a coin toss.

In the hospital bed I lie, on the cold, soft, bland, bed. I feel so hopeless about what I’ve done with my life. Joining the war was one of my worst decision that I could have made. could have made.

I sat down at the computer in my house upstairs, the very computer still up there that I still make books on. Orange and red leaves were scattered aimlessly across the green and brown grass. It was right after the school day. Just the beginning of the final year at Fairfield Elementary, and already I was typing a book. What to call it? I had already planned it out while jumping on my trampoline. I typed on Word, size twenty, Calibri: Wolves of War book 1: The Wolf of Greatness.

A while back, I used to play this game called “World of Tanks”, a game where you play as WWII - very early cold war era tanks. For a time I played as the artillery class, a class that destroys the enemy from very far away with a powerful gun and can see targets all across the map as long as another ally has visual of the enemy. It is slow, both in terms of movement and reload, very lightly armored (with most of the armor on the front) and doesn’t have its turret on a swivel, relying on tread movement to make major changes to its gun’s horizontal position. It is a support class, meaning other teammates need to exist for it to be practical, it’s not an assault class. During one match, at some point, I noticed that there weren’t many visuals of the enemy or

The feeling of pure excitement through my veins, as excited as a 9-year-old on Christmas morning or getting an A on an exam. As excited as a kid getting a bendy straw, or solving a Rubik's cube. Just like the feeling of seeing the off-white color of that package on my doorstep. A little less than a foot tall. Not more than a couple inches wide. My palms start sweating like a pit bull's mouth in front of a pumpkin pie. My face beet red. I grab the package feeling what's inside even though I already know what it is. The slim sides and plastic cover. There it is. I've been waiting so long. I fall onto the ground in an exuberant state of mind, scraping my hands and knees to a point that the blood is dripping on my shorts from my hands. I get