Personal Narrative-Joker's Fight

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It seemed like ages before he was free. He ran back towards the British line, expecting at any moment to feel a bullet rip through him. Then, out of the blue, a single shot rumbled across the dormant battlefield. Ed spun around just in time to see the German commander’s pistol smoking. The machine gunner who had spared his life was slumped over, motionless.

The mission was soon to begin. Fletcher and Marcel, along with the rest of their Unit were to breach through the main entrance, while the other Units would go through the sides of the warehouse and through the back. All leaders of each Unit were given some sort of intercom so that they could communicate. Fletcher had heard one of the commanders announce that they were ready and another voice responded, “Begin.” The leader put his intercom away and pulled a breaching device from its cartridge. Without being said, they all backed up as he attached the device to the doorway. Without hesitation, he detonated the charge. BOOM! Debris and dust flew everywhere. And just like that, they were

“I have never seen anything like this in my life,” said Istar Mohamed, a mother of three who was penetrated with shrapnel in her arm hip and leg.” “You can’t imagine the devastation that happened there. After a few moments I fell unconscious from the impact of it all.”

I grabbed my gear without question, with a big knot in my stomach. I knew that my mortar section was with A Company 1st Battalion, 2nd Infantry Regiment to support the Battalion’s

Shells and bullets whiz past the soldiers heads. Boom, a bomb goes off in no man’s land. Fellow comrades have been hit and are bleeding as if they were a spout. Whiz boom, more explosions come and go all day. Who will be hit next? This is the daily life of a soldier in World War I. Other than the physical challenges, one of the hardest parts of being a soldier was surviving with an amount of sanity. To maintain their sanity many soldiers created physiological defense mechanisms to defend their mind set and emotional state. In the war novel All Quiet on the Western Front the main character, Paul, and his company use these physiological defense mechanisms to maintain sanity by forgetting, not thinking, and joking, about the atrocious

“GET DOWN, GET DOWN!!!” as soldiers come over the hill, gunfire blazed through the night sky hitting and wounding most of the

I looked him in his eyes before I shot him. I can still remember the bullet hitting him straight in the chest and the blood hitting my face. It was warm and felt good in the face biting cold. I felt like I was crazy for liking the feeling of the blood. After a couple more miles my lungs burned and I wanted to quit.

Two of my men just got shot. I told everyone to crouch down. A mortar hit the back of the boat and the boat flew into the air and onto the shore. I just stayed under the boat for about twenty-five minutes, because I couldn’t move, I was in too much shock. All my men were everywhere, some were under the boat with me, some were in the water, and some were even lying on the battlefield. I told my men to be ready, on my mark we were all going to go out from under the boat and lay down fire for the oncoming ships that carried more men for our reinforcements.

June 5 1944 I wake up on the HMS Ramillies hearing a barrage of our Naval Artillery being shot. I quickly rush to the deck to see a squadron of BF 109 airplanes diving in on the deck. In the heat of the moment I quickly hop on the AA Gun, and lay down a onslaught of shots that take out 2 of the 12 BF’s. They quickly take evasive maneuvers, and reset their formation. So, tunnel-visioned by my thought to be victory I wasn’t ready for the next attack. I turn around to see a MG C/30 round barreling towards me. I started racing away from the shot before it hit the AA Gun. I had just remembered I left the AA ammo right near where the round impacted. The explosion blew out most of the deck, and left me deafened and motionless. In the confusion a squad

We picked up guns and bullets from the men that we killed. They were spread out and unprepared. We bolted down the street; most didn’t even see us coming. At one point our group of thirty soldiers encountered a few that had taken cover in a nearby neighborhood—not far from where I lived. We exchanged shots for a while before suddenly hearing the sound of rifles as their shots died out. We looked up to see from the windows above, people with hunting rifles, helping our cause. I looked up the street to see my mother and father, with a few windows unbarred, each had a rifle in their hands as well.

Tom fired his musket at another british soldier. He gasped in pain as a bullet dug into his shoulder, throwing him to the ground. Red, hot blood dripped from his arm. He winced in pain and clenched his jaw. Tom grabbed his shoulder in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. He began to slip into unconsciousness as he lost more blood.

I entered the 24th squad room and met the rest of my squad members. There was this 1 person that rang out in my mind. His name was Umoup, he was able to stop ammunition with his mind. Even anti tank rounds! The 2 of us hit it off after he stopped a bullet and I turned it around and shot it the other way. We started becoming the elites of the squad and our entire squad was moved up to the active duty

Second platoon, third squad was on a night time; unpartnered; dismounted patrol when I found myself suddenly rising higher. I slam head first into a mud wall that Zeus himself could not break. Unconscious for a few seconds I come to, and see the man in front of me laying on the edge of a crater staring blankly at where his legs used to be. I pause for a second. He looks at me; suddenly I realized where I was and what I needed to do. I run over to him and drag him back down into the crater the IED made. I put a tourniquet on his right leg and by that Doc the squad Navy Corpsman arrived to my position and relieved me. I took post to west weary of a surprise complex ambush. The rest of the unit came over to assist the casualty when another explosion goes off. Too close to this one as well I slam again to the wall, this time letting my face take brunt of it to keep my body from getting hurt. But it was this explosion which took two more legs and one

Me and my team were sitting around the fire after a hard day trying to take a rest talking and chatting to each other, but before anyone could react a RPG hit the ground in front of us, scattering all of our equipment and us away in different directions. I quickly recovered and stood up wheezing and coughing and quickly searched for a gun that I could use to defend myself with, but before I was able to find one a wave of RPG came hitting the ground all around blasting me into a tree knocking me out briefly.