Personal Narrative: Commander

Four or Five years ago if you were to tell me that I would be confidently applying to the University of Miami I would have laughed. Through high school I did not give much effort and like most of my peers, thought that furthering my education was my only option. Nearing the end of my senior year I started realizing that no noteworthy university would even consider accepting someone like me. As the days ticked away, I applied to a nearby college with an incredibly high acceptance rate and found myself opening an acceptance letter a few weeks later.

The trenches would smell like blood, gunpowder, and everything that was rotting in there. After the gunshots have stopped, and the air is filled with silence, the remaining soldiers drop onto the dirt ground, realizing they have survived another day. I always get this uneasy feeling, knowing that although I have survived another day, there is much worse to come. Even though I have survived, every shred of my sanity is gone. Before I go into another restless night, I think about my friends who have died for this war, and finally get the chance to mourn about them.

I was in the Marine Corps serving under Third battalion Eleventh marines Mike Battery in Twenty-Nine Palms California from 2009-2013. What our unit did was put rounds down range, oorah. We were an artillery battery, think modern day cannons. As far as twenty-nine palms all you have to imagine is sand in a five hundred square foot mile area. My job as Ammo chief was to insure the safe handling and transportation of hundred pound high explosive bombs. On one partially long training exercise I was instructed to take my marines and four ‘7-ton’ trucks and go to the rear to load up with more ammo. No problem, I’ve done this before but on this occasion when I was going to return the battery would have moved positions. So they gave me the grid number

All is going very bad for us in the trenches. No one was really prepared for what this war has brought us. The war has many factors that are very terrible and for most, unbarable. I can not think of a time where I have been more scared.

While I was stacking cards I heard a bunch of people yelling “ he’s back, Red Chief is back!” The good and the bad things are 50/50, the good thing is that the parents of the spoiled trouble-making you call of a kid is reunited with him. The bad thing is that the people who dislike him the most has to deal with his nonsense again, I ignored the message and went back to stacking my poker cards, you know, mining my own business. The next day, while I was sleeping I heard a loud and annoying noise that woke me up, so I rolled out of my comfy bed and search for the noise. I kept listening and searching everywhere, and by the time I step foot into the kitchen, there was something missing from there, if I remember correctly, there was supposed

It was a warm Summer night in July, when i finally laid my head on my pillow after a relaxing day. I had began to get used to my days being this peaceful. Usually i would be all wound up, worrying about the damage my next door neighbors son is causing. The little boy’s name is Red Chief, or should i say little monster because that’s what he acts like. As i laid in bed i thought that maybe i should mow my grass in the morning. I had just bought a new riding lawn mower, and i wanted to test it out. I would be able to do that now without Red Chief being in my way. So the next morning, i got up just as the sun rose to start my day. I continued my way to my garage where my new mower was so that i could mow the grass. As i approached the doors i

I wake up in my plain, old bedroom hoping it would be different but according to the government, control, we all have to have the same bedroom, house, clothes, and pretty much everything is the same. I can’t even complain about how unfair it is or my family would send me off. I honestly have no idea what be sent off is but if that happens again you never see your control again. Everyone assumes it’s death but not me, I have a feeling it’s something different.

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

No favorites, they all belong to me! Looking down in the small toy box located right next to him, James stared at his six stormtroopers thinking just how perfect they are. He never gets tired of staring at their impressive white armor and admiring how ready they always are for any situation. James loved them all the same even though they had different personalities. He could never imagine his life without them. His troopers were the only thing that he could count on. They were his best friends.

Hi, my name is Hannah Lancaster and I am a freshman at the Career and Technical High School and prior to going to the Career and Technical High School I had listed ROTC as one of my electives I would like to join but sadly it never made it onto my schedule. I was wondering if I could start out going to ROTC sophomore of my High School career and if so if I have to take any extra courses for missing my MS1

As I was standing in the street holding rocks in my hand, two men asked if I wanted candy, that caught my attention real quick even though I knew I should have ignored them. I walked up to their buggy and was going to talk to them, but before I knew it I was hit with something and thrown into the bottom of a buggy. I tried my hardest to fight back but they overpowered me. We came upon a cave later that night, I was camping with two men, Bill and Sam. This was the first time I had ever gone camping and I was very excited.

I live in a small town on a small island where most people are of European descent. However, what we lack in cultural differences, we make up with different personalities.Being able to work with people becomes an important lesson. As a leader in band and Key Club I learned important lessons in dealing with different people and how to handle situations in a mature manner and with a calm head. My Junior year I was elected to take on the position of section leader taking charge of the flutes in my band. Many people were very happy than I had gotten the position, I had already taken on leadership roles in the past, but the only Senior in the group felt that it not fair that she had not been given the role. After several months of trying to make

Before I was not afraid to die in countries that we were warring with, I was naive enough to believe that the fear was only present in the minds of soldiers. Unfortunately a soldier's thoughts are constantly clouded by the thought of death on the battlefield, however, they persevere though these thoughts and fight for me and my country. These same thoughts will now run through my own mind should the country ever go to war. I too will face the reality of living with the knowledge that I can die at any given moment while at war. It may be true that most wars result in some civilian casualties. However, the shocking thing about World War II was that civilian lives were intentionally targeted. It was not accidental. Both sides attacked the other countries hoping to yield the highest number of casualties as if it were a game. They truly believed that this was an effective strategy of combat during the war. However, they didn’t realize how much this affected normal people’s lives. People like me now live with the knowledge that at any time if a country turns on the U.S., it could be us who lose our lives as a result not just the

The first leader that inspire me and motivate it was my first supervisor, Lucy. I was a brand new nurse and she make me feel as part of the team since the first day, she showed me empathy because she was concern about my feelings and expectations but at the same time she share her expectations as my supervisor. Lucy had great communication skills, she was always available to speak with anyone that has question or any issue; she communicate effectively the goals we need to accomplished but also the plan we need to follow. She was constantly in the unit asking to everyone how the day was going, and making sure we have all the equipment working properly. She was passionate about the care for the patients, she was able to teach me one

To begin, soldiers have to put up with seeing gruesome deaths and witnessing their enemy’s dead bodies