Personal Narrative: Fighting With An Army

I yawned and changed into my normal clothes. I saw it. I smiled and grabbed the teddy bear. I ran to the living room.

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

Cornered, Terrified, and feeling the despair of the situation creeping in, I was numb. Staring at Drew and trying to grasp the situation, a flash of rage overpowers my anguish as I suddenly have a flashback of Drew welcoming me into the squad with open arms. The warmth of that time would be heaven compared to this agonizing heat and sand blasting into my face. Now though, here he is in my arms, with his pulse slowly fading. I get snapped out of it by gunshots followed by hoarse screams. We were being subdued, I had to think fast. My heart was racing out of my chest, wanting to escape this hell but my eyes scanned the situation. For a split second, everything seemed to be in slow motion and I sensed danger and instinctively ducked. Something grazed my hair, I look up to see a bullet zoom on by. With nowhere to run and location found out, I had to plant my feet and fight.

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.

This is one story I’ve never told before. Not to anyone… It all started a few days, we made contact with the enemy. It was quite scary when this all began, it was a beautiful, warm, sunny day. The birds were chirping, the wind was whistling to the sound of Yankee Doodle, and we were marching to the tune. It was all great until we had to keep quiet. The commander yelled at us and told us to get down and shut up. It took us a few minutes before we realized we were being ambushed. George, the guy laying next to me, Stood up and started to shoot and holler. He was making so much noise it was drawing attention to him and myself. I saw some troops on the other side start running towards me with their guns out. So I did what any other person would

When I joined the Army, I never imagined it would be like this. We’re Americans. We are supposed to be invincible. On December 31st, 1941 we got to the peninsula and a few days later the battle began. We defeated the first wave of Japs after a couple of months and things got quiet for a while. Food supplies began to dwindle. Soon after we arrived, our rations were halved. A month later, they were halved again. We were near starving to death on miniscule amounts of fish and rice. We ran out of medication and soldiers contracted malaria and started dying. Before we knew it, the Japanese were back. We held them, but our line was never solid. A month later, the Japanese made it through our lines. We tried to run from them, but there

Today was a hard day for everyone. We all have blisters on our feet from walking, and everything that was organized in the wagon fell over. It was a disaster. The barrels of water fell over and spilled out causing the matches to get wet and not work anymore. I have about half the water I had before which wasn't that much. Good thing we're going to be by a river that I can restock my barrels with fresh clean water. Some of the kids got sick with a cold, thank god it wasn't malaria or some other deadly disease. We reached a part in the road where it splits, and we saw some marks on the right path so we figured that would be the correct way, only time will tell. It turns out it was the right way so that's good. Mr. Kenneth saw that it was dark in the sky so we prepped for a little rain to come.

There was also one more opponent to. It was a one verses one game. My team also gave me things that I needed. Javon gave me paintbombs for more help their was also chargers as snipers. I used the paintball sniper to try and snipe the enemy. I missed the first try the second try I was close enough to get him by a little bit and then the third try I finally got him.

We decide to run it as a group. My only shield from the bullets is my gun. I have yet to fire it. In fact, it scares me that my armor is something that takes, but does not give in return. There is no time to contemplate this, for Sergeant had already started the run. I had to sprint to keep up with the group. Just when I think that the bullets and rockets are bearable, out of nowhere, a German knocks me down. My rifle goes flying, leaving me defenseless. The German soldier reaches for his knife, but I blocked it with my hands. We roll around on the sand fighting, when I find myself picking up my rifle. I turn around and fire. I see a shocked faced of man who was about to stab me. For the first time, I get to study my opponents face. His shock transfers over to my face. This “man” is no man. He was a young boy like me. His young face is round, and his eyes startled me. They were bright blue and hardened. They were the eyes of someone who had seen too much already. The soldier fell to the ground with a thud. My rifle seemed to weigh a hundred pounds. I didn’t realize this weight was guilt.

I was three hundred light-years far away from my mother country. A red foreign sun emitted a warm light on that planet, a triple gravity compared to what I was used to, my steps were painful and my breath was heavy.The weapon on my back was bending my shoulders. I was in the army, the worst place to be, we always were in first line against the enemy keeping the position meter by meter. I was bloodstained, tired of that war, tired of all that death. The enemy, the other smart race in the entire galaxy... cruel, violent, bastard creatures, horrible monsters. When the two races met the first time, trying to create a peaceful alliance, they started to fire against my soldiers without even trying to find an agreement. It was war, planet by planet

A straight face, a camouflage shirt, and no tears were all muddled in me when driving to my war zone. There was no turning back. I was ready to accomplish a mission that many of my same age considered impossible.

Melee combat is extremely dangerous; when blades clash, someone nearly always dies. They say you’re either really good and they die, they’re really good and you die, or your both are really good and you both die. I’ve found myself engaged in combat will talented and well trained individuals. The results of past battles have scarred me immensely, and have contributed to my physical decline. Ironically, I was at my worst when I was a traditional fighter without access to the modern weapon systems of Tyria.

I woke up to the smell of rotting flesh and decaying corpse. I pushed myself up from the green moss. I turned to look back at the scene I was once in. There were two lankard soldiers they looked like they were in their older thirties. Both had gunshots to their chest and slashes at their necks a traditional death mark of the rebels. I laughed to myself as I thought of the pathetic ambush they tried to pull on me. It was about 1:00 am when I went to hunt some deer for preparation of my promotion to 2nd in command. Before I could even get into the forest of Glade two of the soldiers came up to me and tried to fight me. I took them both out within a minute with my small pistol and knife. "Damn" I thought I still need to find a deer. I picked up

The reality of the war is way different from what I expected. When one actually enters the army he comes with a lot of expectations and confidence on himself but when you actually start then you realize that I am really fighting for my country, which makes us feel proud. We see deaths everyday here, of our friends and our loved ones but cant do anything instead get frustrated and wish to go back home to meet our family but the thought of serving our country pulls us back. Sometimes I wonder why can’t this world be in peace? Since my childhood my dream was to be in the army, as I loved action and fights as that was entertainment for me but now I know why we fight not for entertainment but for our country and the injustice. The enthusiasm among