Personal Narrative: My Experience In The Army

I believe I possess all of the personal and professional characteristics that are vital to the high standards of an Army Warrant Officer. Throughout my career, I have always set goals to exceed the standard in all areas that I have been responsible for, resulting in consistently serving in countless leadership positions with increased responsibility and exceeded all expectations. Furthermore, I have earned impact awards for designing tools that greatly reduced aircraft non-operational time by three days. As well as developing a training program that increased unit production rates by 30%. I distinguished myself above my peers for my prodigious knowledge of Army regulations, impeccable military appearance, and earning selection above 232

My army career was right on track. I had been in the army 3 years at this point, coming up on 4, and already had completed air assault school, been awarded my expert infantry badge, and had one 15 month deployment under my belt. I was assigned to the scout platoon sniper section and was waiting for a sniper school packet to get final approval from the company commander. I had been studying for the sergeant promotion board for months. I knew that study guide like the back of my hand, I knew whatever question I was asked by the command sergeant major I would have an answer for. I went to the promotion board that morning and blew it out of the water. My dress uniform was perfect. No one was able to find a single deficiency. The soldiers creed

It all started on a dare, I was told to join the armed forces. So I did, but everything changed that day when I saw a petty officer sprinting down the street. Only to stop not 2 feet in front of me and say “urgent telegram for Sergeant Rose!!” Which is when I knew that something was different because I never get anything important from the air force, I had only become sergeant a month ago. The briefing was hard because we knew most wouldn’t come back. Then it was shipping day. The steps toward the plane weren’t any better most of the men were married and yet most of them knew, knew that more likely than not they weren’t making it back. As for the ones that would be able to sleep on their own beds after this, well it would be worse. They would have to live with the fact that they lost their brothers in arms, but hey I'm getting ahead of myself, gotta focus on surviving.

1. My experiences in combat and in garrison has provided me with an insightful perspective on our nation’s most precious resource, the United State Army Soldier. We are obligated to tell these Soldiers’ stories along with the respective commands they serve in with our local partner communities and national public. I see the VTIP as an excellent opportunity to continue serving the United States Army in a different capacity.

My military service reshaped who I am. My training stripped away any sense of entitlement and I learned more about myself in four months than I’d ever known before. It not only gave me discipline and taught me to perform under pressure, but everything I did wasn’t just for me anymore. I was working hard for the marines next to me in my platoon. The time came when each of us hit a breaking point physically or mentally.

Our three day journey began in the state of Virginia. We drove through West Virginia, Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri, Kansas, and it came to well anticipated ending in Colorado. That is where my father's new military base was stationed and that is why we had to move, I think. To me, a fourth grader at the time, the reason being did not matter. The only thing that mattered was the fact that we had moved for the second time in my nine years of life. The only thing I focused on was the rear door of our 1997 Ford explorer being lifted into the air. See the rest of my family had decided with there being no seats lefts at the front of the truck, my tiny stature would fit perfectly in the back, along with the luggage. So for three days straight the six of us had been stuffed into that truck like a can of tuna. This was not the first time we had moved and it was certainly not the last.

My dad, Warren “Smitty” Smith was entered to the United States Army straight after high school. Upon entry, my dad attended Big Ben community college in Fort Polk, Louisiana. He left college for his military obligation.

On 10 October 2006 on a military base in California I had the most unexpected surprise of my life. That day I was told by my doctor that I was pregnant. This was a complete shock to me since I was on birth control. My career in the Army was on the rise and baby was not something I had even wanted yet. I had only been married for one year and we wanted to wait since we had so many plans. That day my life had been the start of the beginning.

I was eighteen and on June 18th when I signed my final paperwork, my contract and got sword in. I was full of emotions when I reported to Basic Combat Training (BCT). I was nervous because this gonna be my first time traveling without my family. I was anxious because I didn’t know what to expect. Even though my grandfather and uncles told me stories about how it was when they were in the military and how things changed threw the years, it didn’t make it any easier on my nerves. Through my nervousness and anxiety, I was feeling confident that I would complete BCT and make my family

My role in the military has not had the advantages of going to school as often as I would have liked. My final push to complete my program was abruptly interrupted last year. I was notified on March 2014 that I would deploy to Afghanistan on May 2014 to support SOCOM for 12 months. This was a similar setback on top of others in the past.

Now this is getting to become a serious military war. Many of the transformers and army have been trying to scout out for any decepticons. I'm going to have to go with Bumblebee and Optimus and stay safe on this trip. We were just driving and out of nowhere a bunch of decepticons came and so it was a big fight against Autobots and decepticons. There was a lot of robots getting destroyed and trying there best to keep everyone they can safe. I had to stay cover and try to help but I mainly tried to stay safe. We have had a lot of decepticons shooting at us I don't know how long we can last. Were doing out best but it looks like Megatron is going to fight Optimus. I've been trying to keep calm and analyze what is going on and it's scary to know

Growing up with a parent in the military can be hard sometimes. In 2010 my dad got deployed to Iraq for six months. He left in August and was not home until February 2011. I was in seventh grade, and only twelve years old when he left. When he was gone my family and I worried about him a lot. Many people at the age of twelve do not worry about a lot of things. They might worry about their school work, what to wear, or maybe even what the new kid in their class thinks about them. When I was twelve, not only did I have to worry about simple things that other young kids my age worried about, I had to worry about my dad. A lot of people might think that you should not worry about things that you can not control, but it is never as simple as it

It was time for war. I’m peter and my friends and me are fighting with an army. My friends: Jake, Mack , Luke, Matt, Brian, and Dan. We marched down to the battlefield which took place in Texas. Fog was all over then a shot was fired. It wasn’t us that fired a shot. Then Are leader Larry got shot. I then said no!. Peter it’s okay he will live said Luke. Okay i said. Then A Dog came up and bit mack. They had released a bunch of dogs. They were biting people on my team. Mack was dead. I shot a dog in the eye. The dog died and his eyeball was on the ground. I picked it up with my cold glove and put it in my pocket on my shirt. Then I shot an enemy. We saw a mountain that had sniping bases. We now head up to go to the sniping bases. Then a bunch of

There are times you just don't understand why you are getting "punished." I used determination and dedication to get through the conflicts of basic training. It was always a dream of mine to be a solider and I just couldn't give up on my dream. I used the fact that I could respect myself if I didn't give a hundred and ten percent to reach my dream.

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.