Personal Narrative: Doctors Without Borders

The soldiers in the field had no mothers or sisters or girlfriends to look after then when in need, they only had the other men in the field who were just as scared. The only place they could look for comfort was in the arms of other soldiers. The support included comfort in the eyes of death, simple conversation and/ or

The troops had little food, lick grass for water, had to bear the sight of other’s deaths, as well as live under the thought that they could

Many people don’t comprehend how traumatic the life of a young fighter in World War I was. In my opinion, this book will especially help you understand this. The descriptive language describing the wounds and unpleasant content made me feel queasy at times, but also forced me to feel compassionate for the military troops. In this book, limbs are lost, animals such as horses are killed, starving soldiers dig through garbage for food, the troops are destroyed by poison gas, munitions, and bombs. The conditions the fighters went through in the war was dangerous and disturbing which makes me realize how fortunate my life is and causes me to feel compassion for the fighters because of what they had to struggle with.

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

My heart pounded against my ribs. My throat was dry, but I had no one to talk to through the harrowing experience that I had just endured. My backpack not only weighed down my body, but also my morale. I looked around, but there was nobody in sight. Purposefully twisted metal and bright green trees encompassed me. I knew where I was. But I was lost.

Valley Forge was a very poor training camp. The huts were very small, 16’ by 4’! 12 men slept in each hut. I’m tired, cold, sick , hungry. This place is a terrible place.

I woke up to the Loud shots of gun fire not knowing where I was or how I got here. I quickly (scrambled) to my feet with hundreds of thoughts racing through my mind. When I stepped outside I quickly realized that I was in a nightmare that I could not get out of. I overheard the officers say we were in soldau, i grew up in the area with my mom, dad, grandpa and three older brothers. I walked around looking for someone I knew, anyone. The only way I could come out of this camp alive is to have and ally to ration food and water with. I quickly and (swiftly) scanned the faces of the (miserable) prisoners for someone i knew. One person looked particularly familiar but i could not put my finger on who it was, so i walked up to him and said ‘’hello’’ and before i could say anything more the man hugged me so tight i could barely breath. Still not knowing who this man was i hugged him back as if i had never felt

When I got arrested it took place in my neighborhood. It was very scary for me because I haven’t done anything wrong. And the police officer was very rude and aggressive. He didn’t even read me my Miranda rights. But the situation was resolved once we got to the station, and they realized they had arrested the wrong person and they said they were very sorry. I on the other hand decided to sue them.

As Bill took his first step in the woods, he takes a deep breath soaking in the scent of oak and fresh ash. “far removed from the seats of strife”, not having a warm bed or hot meals even a full night rest. Knowing he had one abventure ahead for Bill and Kats. Both having to hike 16 miles everyday over rocks,trees, crossing ice cold rivers, and hearding the rain outside of thier tend and the roaring of the bears at night.

Populations are contained within borders, whether they are physical fortifications or a concept of invisible territorial borders, in order to maintain a nation united and out of problems—is what most of the inhabitants idealize. The well-known border between Mexico and the United States has not only expanded but has also raised many doubts. Urban myths have misled many individuals to think positive about the extensive fence that separates two countries. One popular and recent myth that many people from United States feed off of is that Mexico sends problems, and by building a bigger walls will stop the flow of problems. I myself, am an immigrant from Guadalajara, Jalisco, a rich in culture state; nonetheless, I have lived three-fourths of my life in Modesto, California. I personally have been through the Mexican border several times.

Since the beginning of ancient civilizations, the topic of war has been an inevitable topic to approach. No matter how minuscule or gigantic, wars have certain key events and roles they play. When thinking about war people imagine two parties quarreling on some disagreement, but if you look under the microscope there is more to it. During war there are thousands of individuals that are taken captive by their oppositional party. These captives are known as prisoners of war or POW’s for short. Prisoners of war were a huge factor into country warfare and the way nations fight, even for today. Life as a prisoner of war was a brutal task, most captive soldiers did not make it out of the camps by the end of the war. POW’s had to undergo lack of nourishment, abuse, and labor filled jobs. In Laura Hillenbrand’s Unbroken readers get to receive detailed imagery about life in POW camps.

In 1994 in Rwanda, Doctorw without Borders supports the nation and fights a project against the biggest cholera epidemic in existence.

We started off with a bang. We started with me thinking of what to do how to do it and what were my ideas. Then, a little later we actually started it and not gonna lie, it was scary. I didn’t know that much about my family, yeah i've heard stories but they're stories. Later on we went home i didn’t tell my family anything just unsuspiciously getting all the information and I learned a lot yes. I learned about my names and why they're my names, I learned about my dad getting lost a lot, I learned about my mom moving here to america when she was 14 and how her life was before she moved and why she moved. I learned about my uncle going to jail for crossing the border illegally which is kinda funny. All those I learned but i couldn’t find anything

UN vs Doctors Without Borders Doctors without borders (founded on December 20th, 1971) and the UN (founded on October 24th, 1945) are both popular NGO’s, but which is better? The secretary-general of the UN is Antonio Guterres, former prime minister of Portugal. The prime minister of Doctors without borders is Javid Abdelmoneim. NGO stands for non-governmental organization. An NGO is an organization that does specific things to assist people in need without any aid from governments.

The organization I choose is Doctors Without Borders my reasoning behind choosing this organization is because I like what they stand for when I was growing up I was always fond of helping people and before deciding to join the military I wanted to be a doctor and the goal was to help as many people as possible, but the people I wanted to help where not just Americans but also I wanted to help others in dangerous areas. The Doctors without borders organization embodies everything that I believe doctors should stand for which is helping everyone without discriminating against age, sex, race, or political affiliation no matter what they provide professional medical care to all patients.