Personal Narrative: Melee Combat

I can not begin to tell you about what I have seen over the past three days. When the battle began on July 1st I never would have imagined how many men would be wounded or killed. Makeshift hospitals had to be made for all of the wounded men. Large warehouses and even the railroad station were turned to hospitals. They grew quickly overcrowded though so we had to use other buildings. Churches were turned into hospitals, with the pews acting as beds. Schools and even private homes had to house wounded soldiers in need of medical attention. Volunteer nurses from Gettysburg gathered to help the wounded. The brought sheets and seat cushions from their homes for soldiers. I can only imagine how overwhelmed they must be, seeing all of the wounded

As a former company intern, the possibility of returning to Targeted Victory to work with the client strategy team serves as the ideal situation for both the company and I. The experience and training that I gained at Targeted Victory, in the year that I was there, has been one of the most insightful work periods of my life. Now as the opportunity to return to the company presents itself, I see no better move than to return to the company that taught me and invested in me while I still relatively new to the political arena.

Martial abuse takes a lot out of a person. After four years of physical, psychological, and sexual abuse, there just wasn’t much left of me as a person. All the good that did remain was covered over by deep ugly scars. It cuts a person deep when their abuser is the one who has promised to love, honor and respect them. Those wounds go beyond the superficial. Those scars take more than a Band-Aid to heal. Covering them up and putting them out of sight only made the damage even more complex. Those years had cause so much damage that leaving my abuser wasn’t even the beginning of my healing.

It was a warm sunny day and we had just arrived at my village. When the Shoshone warriors rode toward me I began to jump with joy. When first arrived at my village all the women and girls crowded around me. I saw Kimama the girl that had been captured with me. We chattered happily, each glad we were both safe. I had found my people.

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.

I charged forward, pushing my way through the other warriors. I clenched my teeth and growled as hard as I could, trying to send fearless vibes. On the inside I am terrified- why in Helheim would I ever sign up to do this, what if I don’t make it home to my family? Or worse… what if I get captured and tortured?

There were a million questions running through my head. What the hell was Ada doing here? Didn't Fury know that she's bad news? Didn't he know that she used to work for a known bio-terrorist? He probably doesn't but he would have checked her record right? Unless her involvement was kept secret. This day just keeps getting worse, first that article, now Ada. What's next?

I sat down at the computer in my house upstairs, the very computer still up there that I still make books on. Orange and red leaves were scattered aimlessly across the green and brown grass. It was right after the school day. Just the beginning of the final year at Fairfield Elementary, and already I was typing a book. What to call it? I had already planned it out while jumping on my trampoline. I typed on Word, size twenty, Calibri: Wolves of War book 1: The Wolf of Greatness.

One should stay within its limits since I also know, how to fire. One should stay within its limits since I also know, how to fire.

It was a cold autumn morning when I heard the news coming from my alarm clock radio. Two people had won the lottery winnings from yesterday's drawing. They get to split a great prize, both people got to take home over 3 million dollars. I have been playing the lottery for about ten years now, I have only won three or four thousand, hoping to hit it big. For eight years I have been cleaning and cooking in a half kitchen with dinette. The small apartment had that smell as if something had been wet and moldy. I have had to listen through paper thin walls of, shouting, fighting, and the occasional grunts from some dirty old man upstairs. The constant running trains echo inside the entire apartment building. The living room was just big enough for

Ever since the creation of video games, new and inventive genres created by developers are made to attract all types of people to play video games. From beat ‘em up video games, to first person shooters, many of these genres have enticed video gamers, as well as non-gamers. However, perhaps the most popular and widely seen genre of video games, is the player vs. player fighting, or combat, games. Many famous and well-known video games are found in the fighting genre, from Street Fighter to Mortal Kombat, but perhaps the one video game that is different from the rest, is possibly the 2003 video game War of the Monsters. Not only is War of the Monsters an inventive game, I have owned and played this game long enough to see that the qualities

I built a Battering Ram. Battering Rams were used for breaking down gates and bridges in medieval castles and cities. I made this Battering Ram with wood, glue,paper, and string. I got these materials by go to wal-mart and buy the stuff I need. I set out the big piece paper on my table and drew out the battering ram. Then I took the wood and placed it to were I thought it would look good, And put the wood glue on the wood was. Then I took a big piece of wood and drew a circle on it. I did this 4 times. Then I took and thin piece of wood and glued it on the bottom of the Battering Ram. I did this 2 times. 1 in the front 1 on the back. Then we took the wheels that we made earlier and glue them to the thin sticks, 2 on

Have you ever joined a sport that seemed like it was made for you? When I first tried volleyball, I knew it was the sport I wanted to play. I will tell you about my journey with volleyball and the decisions I made.

If you haven't met my sister then you're missing all the fun we have at our house my sister Janet is nice and chill she likes to play Moana songs and also sings along with them she loves to sing how far I'll go that’s her favorite song from Moana she loves to play Mortal Kombat’ but when she was a child she likes to play with the Hannah Montana doll’s she even had the toy house the house was so cool they had lights that would light up, and they were in different colors like red, green, yellow it was like a smoothie stand. It had little cups and chairs also i think when you clicked on the doll i think she would sing “it’s the best of both worlds” it was a cool toy house, but then we lost it but I still remember the things from the house when

As I walked into Mark Chericos Academy I was getting eager for my first fight, and as I was getting my MMA gloves wrapped up the rock music started playing and the fight was about to begin. The car ride there I was anxious and nervous because I didn't want to get beat so I kept my earbuds in and didn’t listen to anyone talk, it felt like the longest car ride of my life as i looked out the window. When we were about 5 minutes away from the stadium, and I started to get nervous, but my friends and family got me ready. As I walked into the big stadium where everyone was going to fight I started to see all the black cages and all the rows of seats where people were going to sit, and I started to get fearful again. But after my friends and coaches