Personal Narrative: Life After The Ranger Raid

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

It was a cool November day, in the middle of Afghanistan. As a medic, I was sitting outside my make shift aid station with one of my buddies sharing stories about home. We hear a loud explosion right outside of the wire. I looked up and could see the cloud of smoke billowing up from about two hundred meters away. Not knowing how bad the situation was, I grabbed a few of my soldiers, our translator and my aid bag and ran straight to the smoke. When we got there, a group of civilians were huddled around a group of people who were yelling, screaming and crying. The translator found out that a group of three men and three children were walking around a field when one of the children stepped on a mine. One of my soldiers grabbed the mine

After becoming a member of the National Society for Leadership and Success, I participated in countless hours of volunteer work for my community. One particular event that I always attend is the Raid for Kids. This event is a community Halloween event that provides children with a safer alternative to trick or treating. The event occurs on the University campus during day light hours and is supervised by volunteers and organizers. Later on I joined Habitat for Humanity in Albany, Georgia. Last year we participated in neighborhood clean-up projects. Recently Albany, Georgia had a destructive tornado that wrecked havoc on the city. So after the storm we came together to offer our help to people who were less fortunate than we were. This service

I nick the edge of my cheek, causing that unmistakable burnt red substance cascades from my face in uniformed droplets, oh what a beautiful thing it is.

It was a quiet week in the Sadr City and the surrounding area. And we were gearing up to support another Red hat and Orange hat operation (Special Ops Teams) but this time the Seals were also included in this operation. The operation was to secure and capture a building with Four High-Value Targets (HVI’s) from Iran to include a high ranking officer out of the Jaish Mahdi Army (JAM) that were supposedly having a meeting. We were given four hours of prep time after Warning ORDER was given to the platoon. The Company has been waiting for this mission for about two weeks now. This time I was a Bradley Commander in the Platoon and we did not have much to get ready because we have our equipment and Bradley’s always ready and prepared for this mission or any mission within a short notice. This made things so much easier for me to concentrate for all things to have ready for the mission. This would give me the chance to cross talk with the Teams we were going to support, this would include call signs, radio freqs, CCP’s and exfill routes among other intelligence they could share with us. In the past three months the JAM had been avoiding the fighting, and we knew that the JAM would have their backs to the wall and would fight if they had to fight it out.

Reaching for even another man’s collar, I dragged him to safety. Turning around, I glanced over at Cowboy’s position. Insurgents were only feet away from him. I opened fire with my light machine gun. It was useless. Cowboy glanced in my direction. I felt helpless, not able to assist him and hopelessly outnumbered.

He said something along the lines of “Men its Christmas time take this time and spend it well with your loved ones don’t take it for granted because you never know what’s waiting for the future” then he finally says the words we were waiting for “We will be deploying in February of 2003” even though we kind of knew it felt like someone just threw a bucket of ice cold water on me. There were many mixed feeling a lot of us at the moment were excited because this was what we have been training for the past years but then realized that at one point we would have to leave our families but that this time we would not have an exact date of return. When the Battalion Commander informed us that day he said that we could be gone from six months to one year or maybe even more. That was the Fasted 20 days of my life it seemed like I had just signed out on leave. Finally the day comes we say goodbye our families and head off. After many hours of traveling we land in Kuwait were we were fitted with new body armor and drew an ungodly amount of ammunition more than double the basic combat load, Anti-Tank 4 (AT4), grenades and much more. We sat in Kuwait till around the 3rd of March 2003 we move to a Parting Zone in Kuwait. We crammed a whole Squad with Ruck sacks Assault Packs and all other extra Equipment in to one Black Hawk helicopter I can’t remember the way the other Soldiers in my Squad were but I was in the Black Hawk with my chest stuck to the top of the Black Hawk. We finally land in An Najaf and when the doors open we spill out like blobs on the ground the moment we get our composer we start receiving incoming enemy fire we rush to

I Recognizing that I volunteered as a ranger, and fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession, from the beginning I told myself I will always endeavor and adapt to uphold the prestige, honor, and high effervescent of the surviving ranger regiment. To always Acknowledge the fact that as a ranger is one of the World elite soldiers, who arrives at the cutting edge of battle by land, sea, or air, I accept this fact, as a young boy watching my Father server, this great country and with his expectation of me to move further, faster, and fight harder than any other person from the beginning, as I played sports like football, Track anything that would get his attention.

If I was the mayor choosing my next chief I think that by my pervious answers that I would go with. In law enforcement the job itself attracts a certain type of person. To manage those types of individuals it takes a person that really understands them. Police officers do not like to be dictated to they have to understand why they have to do what is asked of them. They spend countless hours learning the law and how to apply it in a timely manner to make decisions. As the mayor I want a manager that understands these principles. Chief Davis seemed to me as the true leader. Not only did he get the desired results in getting his department to change over to a community based policing. He had the understanding of getting the community itself and

August 2008 about 4.AM in the morning I was in a tent with couples of soldiers in remote location in the camp because we were ready to go on an R&R leave. About 5 minutes later I wanted to go to the bathroom, not exactly a fancy bathroom. At one point, I didn’t felt the need to do so because of an unusual mode I find myself in. Because everyone was at sleep I decided to use an empty bottle of water that was behind me. While I was trying to use the empty bottle I heard a loud boom sound and the second and third boom. I couldn’t figure where the heavy sound was coming from. A minutes later another boom, at that time I realized the camp was under attack, it was then I shouted “incoming” to alert everyone. I tried to put on my head gear, and my

Hi I am Daniel and I am on the train right now It is not an open wagon I sit on a seat and thankfully I just turned eighteen and right now I am thinking of all the memories of all the times with my family my mom dad and siblings and I am also looking in my book for the times we had fun and I am looking at the time we had arrived in Buchenwald we eat some soup and told we had to stay there for three weeks of quarantine actually I isn’t that bad of a time were having we get to be somewhere

It is one month ‘till March 1st, the day my time in the Army is done. All those miserable days of fighting are almost done. But, the question I’ve been asking myself is, will I re-enlist? I’ve served my time of 9 months in the Army.(D.B.Q., Background Essay) in really harsh conditions. Sleeping in a small hut with 12 other men, eating firecakes, no shoes and barely any clothing. Having to relive myself outside in the open. Lastly having that terrible illness.Will I re-enlist or not re-enlist? In other words, will I sign up again, or will I quit and not join the Army again? I will not re-enlist because of no food and supplies, bad conditions, and all the diseases going around. Also I am concerned in my aging mother. If I die who will take care

I remember a friend sitting on a bench hidden from the views of the world crying uncontrollably. I sat down next to him, I did not ask him anything I just embrace him. It was after a while later that he told me why he was crying. Earlier that day one of his Soldier not far from his reach took his own life. In another instant I watched a 35-year-old man draw his weapon on a child that look no older than 10. There was fear in their eyes, the man afraid of the child and the child afraid of the man. It was not uncommon for a terrorist to use a child to trick Soldiers to lower their guard. My combat experience is limited, but the horrifying things I have seen people do to one another will forever be sketched into my memory.

The game was suppose to be fun, I had read reviews and all of them spoke very highly of the game, but it wasn’t at all like they said. Death Raid, the game of the year, more like the end of everything, at least for me. It was supposed to be a dumb RPG where you play as a human that has been sent to another world to take out some enemy aliens that are threatening to destroy the world, ya know, the usual. It started out like it was going to be like that, I chose my gender and customized my character, purple hair, purple eyes, purple clothes, everything seemed like it was normal. It asked me what I wanted to be, a mage, a swordsman, an archer, or a gunsman, naturally I chose swordsman, because swords are hella cool and no one can say otherwise.

I hope this finds you well. As for me, I am doing much better than before. Although my leg has not healed completely, I am able to walk again. Currently, I am on the search for a job. Apparently, USA's industry was booming during the war. Although industry production slowed down as the war ended, there aren't enough jobs for us men. After my leg heals altogether, I plan to reunite with you in France, if that is fine by you. I was hoping that we could play soccer like we did on Christmas Eve 5 years ago. But then I remembered that the doctor said that my leg may not fully recover whatsoever.