Personal Narrative: My Next Chief

Last night was a wonderful night.I went to sleep with a huge smell on my face because.Red chief was missing I didn’t care WOOW.My leg was shaking bad I knew I had to use the bathroom.Bark Bark Bark what is wrong with my little poop poop.I said so I look out my craker window soon as I saw Red chief run over my trash can chashing my little poop poop around with an baseball bat soon as I.open my window Red cheif run over my trash can I said.Red cheif go home and go to sleep before I.call the police and make sure you don’t come back to bother us anymore. When I said that Red chief come back with some heat he threw.His baseball bat at my window and shatter it then said you go to sleep you old bagged yelled Red chief and run off soon.As Red chief

I was in the Marine Corps serving under Third battalion Eleventh marines Mike Battery in Twenty-Nine Palms California from 2009-2013. What our unit did was put rounds down range, oorah. We were an artillery battery, think modern day cannons. As far as twenty-nine palms all you have to imagine is sand in a five hundred square foot mile area. My job as Ammo chief was to insure the safe handling and transportation of hundred pound high explosive bombs. On one partially long training exercise I was instructed to take my marines and four ‘7-ton’ trucks and go to the rear to load up with more ammo. No problem, I’ve done this before but on this occasion when I was going to return the battery would have moved positions. So they gave me the grid number

In five years I see myself as either a Sargent or Corporal in the United States Marine Corps. Being 22 years old I will be in the first year of my second enlistment providing that I do not get NJP’d (non-judicial punishment) or something else dumb that I might get myself into. I look forward to joining the Marine Corps because of my long family military history and my extent of being a child of a military father. I plan on either being in the MOS (military occupational service) 1142 or 1345. I see myself having a degree by the end of those five years from online schooling while overseas on deployment or at my current duty station. Providing that I am a Sargent I will send in a request form in to become a DI (drill instructor) and then hopefully

With every organization comes a degree of change. The Marine Corps is no different. With a rapidly changing world, we must strive to sustain the transformation and remain true to our ethos. Across the Marine Corps the culture of each unit is different, with sustaining the transformation as our tool we can make each unit better for new generations of Marines. Marine Raider Training Center sustains the transformation by holding quarterly promotion panels to ensure deserving promotions; however it fails to sustain the transformation by not welcoming new Marines to the unit appropriately, I will build a Welcome Aboard package to sustain the transformation for my Marines.

Here in summit it's a peaceful town there is hardly any fight and next to no crime but the only distraction would be mr.dorset's son. that child of his is something else. His son likes to go by red chief oh can that boy stir up some trouble just last month he was using my cattle as target practice, red chief really does get on every folks bad side. but not here lately we haven't seen the little rascal there are rumors of him being held ransom i was just relishing my time of solitude i thought the kid would never be back here. but all that changed later last night when i was lying back in my on the porch I say around 10:00 or 11:00 pm i seen these three strange dark figures. two of them were tall but one short i didn't think much of it i was

“Always had a roof above me, always paid the rent. I’d never set foot inside a tent. I can’t build a fire to save my life,” The Lemonheads begin “Outdoor Type”, a song that means so much to me. Every Monday night for six weeks a summer, we gather around the bonfire, with different Scouts each time. Starting with some fun games, we sing silly camp songs, and then we begin the part I come back for. That song represents the exact opposite of what we are at camp.

It was the 7th of April 2005. I was a part of 1st Platoon, G Troop 82nd Cavalry, Task Force 1-163 IN, and FOB Gaines Mills is where we called home. I was a Specialist in a Light Cavalry unit assigned to Alpha Section of 1st Platoon. My duty position strongly depended on the mission and how our Platoon Leadership wanted to task organize. Since we had quite a bit of diverse talents from the E-4 and below, and we were all capable of Driving, Gunning, or being a Dismount, I had to always be ready to move into one of those positions at any time.

I am your Mohican war chief leader. I would like to join the French side. By doing this we benefit in many ways. I will go into further explanation about what I mean. Until then hear me out.

No favorites, they all belong to me! Looking down in the small toy box located right next to him, James stared at his six stormtroopers thinking just how perfect they are. He never gets tired of staring at their impressive white armor and admiring how ready they always are for any situation. James loved them all the same even though they had different personalities. He could never imagine his life without them. His troopers were the only thing that he could count on. They were his best friends.

While I was stacking cards I heard a bunch of people yelling “ he’s back, Red Chief is back!” The good and the bad things are 50/50, the good thing is that the parents of the spoiled trouble-making you call of a kid is reunited with him. The bad thing is that the people who dislike him the most has to deal with his nonsense again, I ignored the message and went back to stacking my poker cards, you know, mining my own business. The next day, while I was sleeping I heard a loud and annoying noise that woke me up, so I rolled out of my comfy bed and search for the noise. I kept listening and searching everywhere, and by the time I step foot into the kitchen, there was something missing from there, if I remember correctly, there was supposed

It was a warm Summer night in July, when i finally laid my head on my pillow after a relaxing day. I had began to get used to my days being this peaceful. Usually i would be all wound up, worrying about the damage my next door neighbors son is causing. The little boy’s name is Red Chief, or should i say little monster because that’s what he acts like. As i laid in bed i thought that maybe i should mow my grass in the morning. I had just bought a new riding lawn mower, and i wanted to test it out. I would be able to do that now without Red Chief being in my way. So the next morning, i got up just as the sun rose to start my day. I continued my way to my garage where my new mower was so that i could mow the grass. As i approached the doors i

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.

Last night after watching Neko the new t.v. series I fell asleep. I was joyful knowing I didn’t have to worry about waking up and being tied to a chair by little Red Chief. BZZZZZ off went my morning alarm. I turned over to see what time it was 2:30am it stated i turned it off, and walked in the bathroom. I took a shower then put clean clothes on ,and went into the kitchen looked in the cabinets to find no waffle mix. I walked out my front door closing it behind me ,and started walking. As soon, as I paid for my pink box of waffle mix i heard RUN!!! I looked behind me and saw a kid that looked like a muddy wall running with red hair. I saw it was Red chief I ran as fast as I can and made it in my door. I thought in time when i heard someone

Berkly the daughter of the Miami tribe chief, realized someone was after her brother Aadi. She tried to warn him but he wouldn’t listen he thought no one could be after him, he is the chief’s son he thought. Then one late night Aadi left with some men from his tribe to help with the hunting for food Someone had shot in bow n’ arrow Aadi wasn’t sure who it was or if they were after him but gladly if they were after him his big sister was there disguised as one of the men and pushed Aadi out of the way before the arrow had pierced him.

As I was standing in the street holding rocks in my hand, two men asked if I wanted candy, that caught my attention real quick even though I knew I should have ignored them. I walked up to their buggy and was going to talk to them, but before I knew it I was hit with something and thrown into the bottom of a buggy. I tried my hardest to fight back but they overpowered me. We came upon a cave later that night, I was camping with two men, Bill and Sam. This was the first time I had ever gone camping and I was very excited.