Personal Narrative: My Death At The United States Army

The next minute I felt a hand on my shoulder completely pulling me like a ragdoll back into the ditch. I could still hear the agony in the dead soldier’s voice. Then Larry exclaimed, “GET YOURSELF TOGETHER HAYES!” and began to listen to Lt. Arthur on what to do next. They were shooting at us from a small farmhouse to our northeast. All around us was as flat ground so we needed a diversion. Cover fire was ordered and we began to approach a bundle of trees near the farm house. Still recovering from the horror, I just witnessed, I ran for my life to a nearby tree where we were supposed to take cover.

It’s the day I have to move to the army's campsite. I grab my bag and swing them on my shoulder, it weighs a ton it feels like my shoulder’s gonna break. Sophie was peeking through my room door, as I was about to stand up she ran to the living room curled up into a ball making loud thud and sobbing noises. Outside of the house, I hug my mom as tight as I could, I don’t want to move any single inch of my bone. I want to stay like this forever. I felt a drop of water behind my shoulder and I know that it was her tears. I don’t want to leave them but I have to. It was time to let go but she didn’t want to, I grab her arm and slightly push them back.

Since the day I was born, I have always lived my life as a military child. My father was in the Navy during the 1990’s, and my mother has been in the Air Force since 1997. Life as a military child has always been my normal format of life, so I am unaware of what it is like to live differently. From roughly 2002 to 2007, I lived in Fairford Air Force Base in England, where my childhood began, though I do not recall a substantial amount of it. However, I do recall that I attended school, albeit a primarily religious one, for the first time, and that experience was unlike any experiences I had with the American educational system from 2007 onward. I also remember being highly adventurous; I often ran out of my house, away from my local Child Development Center, and my school, though I

In the first section of the text, the sergeant lists questions that his troops would ask him that he was responsible for answering. This was usually a simple task. But when one of his men got shot and and asked “Sergeant? Sergeant?” (210), he did not know how to answer. This comparison of mere questions in different contexts develops the point the

Christopher jolted up, mud was caked on his left cheek and under his fingernails, he heard a commotion. The protest he remembered. He ran through the trenches towards the yelling voices. He was not prepared to see what he saw. It was the malicious General, his tall emaciated figure looming over Max's short one, his mouth was pulled back into a snarl and his eyes filled with rage. The others stood by, the General pulled a thin handgun out of his pocket and held it in his grey skinny hands. He pulled back the lever, a vile gleam in his

In many ways, my grandma is a stereotypical old granny. She loves to watch game shows on TV, she yells at you for not eating enough, and she constantly needs help with technology. Beneath her rough, wrinkled exterior lies an equally tough spirit. She has faced numerous challenges to get where she is today. Along the way she learned lessons that she passed down to her daughter, who then passed them down to me. My grandma taught me to work hard, to be persistent, and to treat others the way you want to be treated.

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.

I joined the Marine Corps looking for a challenge. I wanted to open doors for a new career and longed to have a positive impact on the world around me. Looking back five years later, I realize I found all that I originally sought, but I’ve also found something profoundly satisfying and meaningful that I never knew I was missing.

He was the boss, so Mike handed over the flare. He offered a quick training session on how to ignite the flare and then scurried off. Two minutes later, we saw the flare screaming horizontally across the open space between us and the aggressor machine gun. All we could think was, oh shit, that’s not good. Sure enough, the flare impacted the ridge 2 feet under the barrel of the machine gun, causing the gunners to scatter like cockroaches. The flare burst into its illumination stage and burned hard and bright for 105 to 115 seconds. We rushed the camp, rescued the captives, and made our way back to our lines. As soon as we got back, they terminated the DAD exercise and had everyone rally up back in the training camp bleachers.

It was a very grateful day at a small town for two young boys named John and Rick who we’re enjoying their life. Until the next day, they ended up getting a unnoticed knock from their front door. Rick ended up opening the door and see’s two dressed black and green uniformed men. Rick stood there and looked at the two men, they’ve asked if Rick and John lived the there. Rick responded, they told Rick and John were needed for the army. Rick and John pack up their stuff and left with the two military officers, but little did they not know that they committed to fight in World War II. One month after they’re were drafted by the army, Rick and John were already assigned were already assigned

Today was a hard day for everyone. We all have blisters on our feet from walking, and everything that was organized in the wagon fell over. It was a disaster. The barrels of water fell over and spilled out causing the matches to get wet and not work anymore. I have about half the water I had before which wasn't that much. Good thing we're going to be by a river that I can restock my barrels with fresh clean water. Some of the kids got sick with a cold, thank god it wasn't malaria or some other deadly disease. We reached a part in the road where it splits, and we saw some marks on the right path so we figured that would be the correct way, only time will tell. It turns out it was the right way so that's good. Mr. Kenneth saw that it was dark in the sky so we prepped for a little rain to come.

Today, the German soldiers managed to reinforce the military and to foil our offensive. Everything had gone wrong! Their far greater mobility and firepower allowed for them to turn our attack into their favor (1).

It’s late April 2015, not long after my 65th birthday and I woke early after another night of not sleeping well. Not unusual for the past 46 years. I lay in bed looking at the clock having a hard time reading the extra-large display but as my eyes focused; the clock illuminated the time at 3:30 a.m. I closed my eyes and repeated the names of everyone in the platoon who’d died while in Vietnam: “Tufts, Ramos, Reynolds, Ofstedahl, Swindle, Wellman, Ponce, Mitchell, Anderson, Carey, Morris, Kidwell and Matson.” For most a familiar face appeared when saying the name, but for several of the platoon members, I couldn’t remember what they looked like, only a shadow instead of a face. I can’t forget the fallen, and don’t want to forget! They deserve

About me, I had a very colorful and meaningful life in Vietnam; I worked at a MC, a photographer, and a chef for my family. First, I began my first job as a MC for a small music band in my hometown. I often had many shows as like as wedding party or community events. My job was very difficult, but it was fun because I made a lot of new friends, and I could learn more new things. Second, I love my second job as a photographer because I could travel in many places in Vietnam. Also, by a camera, I took many unforgettable and meaningful photos for myself. Some of my photos were still in my hometown’s museum, and I was very proud about it. Finally, I was a chef for my family. My wife worked very far from my house, so I needed to help her take

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