Personal Narrative-I Am 49 And The War

He emphasizes about the bad experience of the war. He explains that the war isn’t what he thought it would be. He explains that he never wanted to be a soldier in the war, because he felt like he was too good to be in the war, and rather be doing his studies instead. However, he had no choice, and he became a soldier like the rest of his friends in his platoon. He uses his experience during the Vietnamese war to help him write short stories about it. He complains how many of the stories that he written has been altered and that is some of the things that happened were not true. The things that were made up, however, were to make the story sound more realistic and that people can relate to. Tim O’Brien stressed about how he would tell his daughter what had happened out in Vietnam, but he finds out that Kathleen does not understand the meaning of the Vietnam War. O’Brien feels guilty of what had happened in the war and that why he decided to write them all on paper, as he is emotionally and mentally unstable because of the many experiences that he had to go through during the

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Growing up in Iraq, I endured my homeland’s journey through a difficult period in its history. No one was unaffected: civilians’ lives were disrupted by years of wars and detrimental economic sanctions, but amid the destruction, I saw the good in my community. I witnessed a massive humanitarian effort led by healthcare professionals, as physicians worked to meet the medical needs in my town. My dreams were shaped by this exposure, and ever since, I’ve hoped to join these doctors in their efforts.

I wandered across the street, the gravel crunched under my feet. I hear my dad yell my name “Amira.” I run toward my house. My dad tells me to lock the door as soon as I am in. Click, goes the lock. But, something’s not right, my dad is still outside. I look through the peephole in my door. I see 5 men in camo uniform with guns charging at my dad. They stop one meter away from him. The soliders raise thier guns. Aim. Fire. Bang, Crash. I can’t see anything except bright red blood. I scream. I hear the soldier’s feet crumble on gravel and the sound becomes more and more faint. I open my door and there in front of my eyes, my dad covered in thick blood. I roll up into a ball and start shaking. My throat starts closing up. Suddenly I hear a soft,

With no vision or plan to enter the civilian life and no idea what to do with my life, I still had severe scars of the year in Iraq. There wasn’t a priority or a drive, but however, I did have some responsibility I had a wife and three children. In a desperate move, I attempted to return to the State where I was born as I think about it this may have been some comfort zone. I would send my two new children back home to their state while I attempted to land a job. My first interview would be in Cincinnati as a Retail Manager in a large company. Confident that I had some stability, I couldn’t avoid the heavy drinking or my violent outbursts I would eventually succumb to leaving my wife and two children to find myself in this lost world, which later I regretted. My focus was to leave everything behind and start a new life this would

I miss my dad. He was so valiant to defend our country in the Vietnam war. Unfortunately, he was the only one who kept me company, since my mom was always working. Recently, a family moved in down the street. We decided to pay them a friendly visit. My mom, being the sweet woman she was, had time to make cookies and bring them to our new neighbors. The lady who answered the door was named Mrs.Kwon. She had escaped with her daughter from the violence and terror in Vietnam. Mrs.Kwon invited us in. I noticed a girl about my age, with coffee colored hair, and a lilting voice.

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The year was 2007 and my brother Eric had just returned home from deployment to Iraq and the mood was ecstatic around the house. My dad was welling up with tears, finally being able to see his oldest child returning home from service. Mom was also very happy as well, repeatedly fondling over Eric as soon as he entered the house. Eric and I had always been close, even though there was a decent age gap between us of 15 years. We talked for hours about what his time was like in Iraq and in the military; he seemed open to talking about it even though he witnessed some fairly nightmarish experiences. Eventually I got the bright idea to challenge him to a wrestling match on the lawn even though he had 120 pounds on me. He tried to talk me out of

Going into Country Manor I thought that many of the residents there would be happy and excited to see us and play games with and the staff would be helpful. While at Country Manor I mostly played games and delivered mail with residents. The first few times I went I played games like Jenga, dice, and crazy 8’s. I played with individual residents, groups of people, and with some of the kids from Kids Country. Many of the residents I played with really enjoyed the games and the social interaction with new people. One gentleman I played Crazy 8’s with was a Vietnam War veteran who enjoyed hunting. My dad is a veteran and my grandpa is a Vietnam War Veteran so we talked a lot about Vietnam. We also talked about hunting and fishing and shared many

If you go down, you will find a way to get back up and thank whoever brought you down because he just made you that much stronger.

The Generation of the World War 2 era benefited from the hardships they had to face. Nothing like their childhood has been prevalent in the years to follow. From searching for food in the dirty 30s to killing for freedom on the beaches of Normandy, they had a lot of growing up to do very quick. The qualities that these people had was a strong work ethic, patriotism, and the determination to fulfill one's potential. Those traits in it of themselves changed America forever.

The war had just begun when I enlisted. I enlisted in this war because I followed the opinions of my people and I felt a deep connection to country. My connection to country also led to my dislike of others, I felt as though I belonged to this nation and the people who formed a part of it. Hindsight is however a wonderful thing and war is not.

In this essay i'm going to talk about my dad's life how he joined the army in iraq. My dad joined the army in January 2, 1976 and he stayed in the army till May 9, 1980. When he finished the army and he stayed four months at home till september 22, 1980 and they called him to join the iraq and iran war. The war started with iran in september 22, 1980 the iraqi army invaded iran. The iraqi army entered iran's ground about 200 miles and the war was a evil war. During the war the guns that they used was mishin guns long distance missiles and gas grenade. During the war a lot of iraq and iran army died.

The toll of war on my unit was not something that I understood until I was well into redeployment. I remember vividly the redeployment ceremony and all of the new gold star families (families who have lost a soldier) that were standing on the bottom of the bleachers. The Brigade Commander began to honor those who have made the ultimate sacrifice and I broke down into tears. I watched how lost and torn apart those spouses, children, and parents were with their now incomplete family. Furthermore, they endured a grueling and at times hopeless twelve months of uncertainty and emotion, only to endure a total loss of love for the remainder of their lives. During the wounded warrior walk, after the ceremony I cheered on platoon, after platoon of amputees who were making their way through the streets of Fort Wainwright. Ultimately, everything was quickly put into perspective after these two events.

After the war, most countries in the world increased the number of their soldiers. As a result, respect for the soldiers and the honor to be soldiers are also increasing. The war gives others the view and perspective of how cruel the war is. It has given us a mindset of not to joke around and gives others pride when supporting your country in battle. Since then, the respect and honor we give to former soldiers have increased tremendously