Personal Narrative: Five Star General

If I could go back to any time in the world, I would go back to France in October 1944 on the Western Front. World War Two has always interested me. Being able to see the revolutionary weapons would be incredible. I would also love to take part in such a historic and epic war. War is a horrible event that plays a major part in human development.

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.

When Jeff returned, the army broke camp and started the long march to Springfield, Missouri. The sergeant was Millholland, who Jeff liked much more than Clardy. The next evening they camped 25 miles away from Springfield. When Jeff shot his gun to clean it, he got arrested and was taken before Clardy. As his punishment, he got all-night sentry duty. The battle was going to be at Wilson's Creek, Missouri. The north planed to attack the rebels at dawn and by surprise. They failed to surprise the rebels, lost hundreds of men and the battle. The day after the battle, Jeff had to report for ambulance duty. The field hospital was 2 large gray tents thrown together in a clump of trees. When Jeff was scanning the field of people, he saw lots of dangerously injured people, none of them looked happy

“This is to certify that the bearer by the name of James has done essential services to me while I had the honour to command in this state. His intelligences from the enemy’s camp were industriously collected and faithfully delivered. He perfectly acquitted himself with some important commissions I gave him and appears to me entitled to every reward his situation can admit of.

I woke up the next morning in the General’s bed. Knowing that I had fortunately defeated Zaroff,

Next Monday, James stand in front of the classroom. He forgot about the exercises while the time flying. Everyone loaded their rubber bullet into the gun. Only him, asked about what happen, “Mr. William, what are we doing today, why they loading rubber bullet into the gun”. Mr. William answered, “Today is the first day of military exercises. Everyone are supposed to prepare for it, where is your gun, James?” James’ face turn red-black and reply, “Oh...I..I forgot mines at the living quarters, I’m going to get it now”. Then he run back to take his gun and other necessary thing.

I woke up to the sun’s rays beaming down on me from the unclosed window. I had no idea what time it was, but it seemed to be early morning as I could hear the birds chirping. I stood up and stared out the window, recalling everything from the night before. The last few days are etched clearly into my mind, minor details fresh as if they happened seconds ago. Had I really killed General Zaroff, the hunter who could not be outhunted? I looked around the room, fully taking it all in. General Zaroff’s body was nowhere in sight, nor was any sign of blood. Perhaps there was a maid General Zaroff had that he forgot to mention? There’s no way to ask him now.

The last trait about the soldiers is their intelligence. Every soldier is intelligent because they all make the right decisions. For Instance, the guards that work at the memorial are all very responsible and respectful towards the code that they have to follow. They also know how to walk, talk, and act the right way. The guards have to take 21 steps back and forth the memorial to enforce and remember the “21 gun salute” which remembers a commonly recognized gun salute. Every soldier is very respectful to their fellow soldiers and the people that they

I am here to vouch for my friend, Jake who has been charged with underage drinking.

Your Honor, I request to represent myself due to the financial in ability to retain an attorney. I plead Guilty to the suspended license charge; I was not aware, and not guilty to the failure to report charge. You’re Honor on August 5th 2014, after getting off work I went to a 7/11 of Newtown Road and Lake Edward Drive. I was simply there to grab a bite to eat. Once I purchased the items, I went to my vehicle the only car in the parking lot of the 7/11 roughly around 3:00am in the morning. Once I became secured in my vehicle seat belt on and ready to head home, I look over both shoulders and rearview mirror before backing out of the parking spot I was in.

On 01-25-17 I responded to the above address. Upon arrival I observed an officer talking to Ciro Castro who was speaking through a brocken window in the door and he refused to come outside. I also saw Christine Young sitting on the ground in the neighbors yard talking to Ofc Matthews.

In addition to this he was loved by all his men, they were fiercely loyal to him and followed his every command. This was because he marched by their side, risking his life just as they were, ate the same rations and slept in the same bedding. Unlike any general in history he fought as one of the men and not as some general safe away from the battlefield. This allowed his men to trust him and see that he believed in their cause, so much he was willing to risk his life for it. His actions showed even the common soldiers were more than just pawns on a chess board and he understood they all had families to return to.

Hello everybody how you doing. Today you will be hearing my story from when I was a little kid. I found something amazing, from these stories you will probably be able to guess why I joined the military after these adventures. So sit back relax and and just chill for a couple moments while I set the stage. Keep in mind I was 10 in my own time.

I need your word.” “Okay, I promise.” Wilson went inside the Commander's room. “Sir. You might want to take a look at these.” He said. “Saints alive! Your man must be one heck of a pilot!” The Commander said Fascinate Before we knew it we were back in the air. Our mission; to clear the way for the bombers so they could blow that fortress all to heck. We prepared for war, a Gruesome war. We flew and shot down the German planes and the look out the gunners. We heard the bullets hitting against our plane. One of our planes lost its wing. It began falling. “The bombers are here!” I said to Wilson. We got in formation. The bombers dropped their bombs and hit the fortress. Part of one of the buildings debris hit our tail. “We’re hit!” Wilson said screaming. Our plane was going down. That's when we

James Mattis is a hero because he shows a tremendous amount of leadership when serving our country. There is to lessons of leadership that goes for everything. The first lesson is take the time to think and reflect on what it is you are doing. Mattis said that he thinks it's crucial to be alone and think, he does this when it comes to our nation’s security. Another leadership lesson is that Mattis to read about our and other people's history and read often. He has nearly as many books as Thomas Jefferson sold to create the Library of Congress. By his knowledge look at how successful he is in life, he's been a General and Secretary of