Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Gloucester Army Home

Most people can relate the word “home” to one area where they grew up and made memories. Unlike most people, I called many places home. Growing up in a military family was an arduous task which had great impacts, both positive and negative, on my life. It shaped me into the person I am today. A person with a laundry list of flaws and imperfections, yet has learned to love herself.

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.

Is it too farfetched that children of military personnel have their own subculture? Military Brats are children of active military personal that move don’t have a set home they live in. They are actively moving from state to state and from country to country. Despite this sounding like this sound like someone who just moves around a lot, there is a whole lot more to Military Brats. Military Brats are in fact, a subculture that have a real presence in our society and have their own struggles they face as individuals.

The long 172 days had finally passed, and the day I had been waiting for, for months, had finally come. We were in Chicago for my One Direction concert, the day couldn’t have come faster. The agonizingly slow hours that passed that day was too much to bear. Before arriving at Soldier Field, I was highly anticipating meeting one of my closest friends, Jessica, for the first time. It’s actually rather incredible to me, we first were introduced on social media, we didn’t know each other at all, all we knew was that we both loved the same band, and we were both going to the same concert. Prior to meeting for the first time, we were restricted to Skyping each other almost every other day and texting every day.

We were trapped in a house. There were redcoats surrounding the house. All we had was a bayonet and a knife. John was almost dead. He might as well be dead, having been stabbed, shot 3 times and attacked by rabbits (Don’t ask). John pointed out the window and said, “Look”.

John F. Kennedy once said,“Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind.” War can only bring war not peace, war can only bring people dark and despair not bright. In the non-fiction memoir, “A Long Way Gone: Memoir of a Boy Soldier, is written by Ishmael Beah, an author from Sierra Leone, Africa. This is a memoir talk about Ishmael his experiences during the civil war in Sierra Leone. The civil war began on 23 March 1991 and lasted eleven years, enveloped the country, and left over 50,000 dead. When Ishmael was a child he need to run for his life and he became a refugee. He lost his family and home, he displaced by war. Moreover, he was forced to join an army unit for survive, he was

“Soldier’s Home” by Ernest Hemingway is a story about a soldier named Harold Krebs having a hard time adjusting to civilian life after returning home from World War 1. Krebs stays overseas longer than the other soldiers and missed the greeting of the heroes in his hometown of Oklahoma City. Because he returned home later than expected, when Krebs felt the urge to talk to someone about his personal experience in the war, he discovered that everyone has already moved on and are no longer interested in the war. He finds himself isolated from society and later realizes that he has become a changed man. Krebs rejects religion, women, and love after returning home.

Me and my friends went to The Legion of Honor museum in San Francisco. We went on a Saturday and it wasn’t easy to get there, it was a hour drive and it was raining really hard. When we got there the first thing we saw was the golden gate bridge right next to the museum, and we also saw a water fountain outside the museum. At the entrance of the museum we saw The thinker which looked beautiful. When we went inside we were greeted politely but everyone had to take of their backpack because they didn’t want us to accidentally knock something off. The inside wasn’t that crowded there were only a few people there. The first exhibition we went to had a lot of paintings of flowers. There was this one painting of flowers which I personally liked it

We had been walking back from the Jorgensen general store when Jimmy saw a kid his age and they started playing catch. We had been sitting there for hours and my wife had been talking to his wife and they invited us to their wagon train because I had told told them how we don't have one yet. Leaving independence, Missouri tomorrow March 8th.

When the day came to leave it was December 23rd just a couple days before Christmas which was the start of this emotional trip. My wife of 10 years, my five year old daughter, and two month old son drove me to base where I would say goodbye to the people I loved most in the world. On the way there, you could just feel the emotions all of us were trying to hold back. I knew it was going to be hard. We stood around until it was time to go and I walked them to the vehicle where I said goodbye. My daughter was the first to break, she tried and tried not to but couldn’t take it any longer. There are no words to describe knowing this could be the last time you see any of your

I caught my mind wandering as I was unsure of the next few days to come. I hear of a battle that will take place but I’m unsure of how I will play my role in it. The bugle goes off and we all rise from our solemn sleep and begin our training. The colonel yells aloud through the camp that we must be at the post in fifteen minutes. I think to myself, is this the day that we go to battle? I’m not ready for this. I feel unprepared with so many questions I’m asking myself. I arrive at my post to learn that it is just a training exercise. I thank Jesus just as my mama had taught me to be thankful and always remember the lord is with you. As the day of training progresses we learn about loading musket

Some of us were scared, some angry, a lot of emotions were swirling around. As the weeks progressed I finally see events unfold, talks of war and recovery. Even though I didn’t know what to do I wanted to help, maybe join the army, I thought but my mom was hesitant of that, and I was only 15; Donate, but I didn’t have a penny in my name unfortunately, and then out of nowhere someone told me to just live. Live for the falling men and women who lost their lives and don’t let the ones who took them away from us have the satisfaction that they could deter us, and so I

This decision appears very simple and straight-forward to people living in the year 2015. But what is so clear today was definitely a very tough decision in the seventeenth century years. Times have changed tremendously, and some even for the better. Being there I know I would have seen things very differently. The men now days don’t fight on the battlefields suppose to how the men did back in the earlier years. They have no idea what it’s like to be in a real war.

Two days ago, I went to Battle Creek. I was at my cousin's house. One of them is a high school basketball player at my old school. So he drove there in his car. My brother and I went with him. When we went inside, the first people I saw where two of my friends.

We visited Omaha beach and the American cemetery at Normandy during the same trip we went to Ireland. It was an amazing experience to be somewhere so historical. Because I don’t have anyone in my family that is or has been in the military so I never experienced patriotism in that way. But going and seeing all those crosses at the cemetery all stretched out was awe-inspiring. While we were there we attended a wreath laying ceremony and it was an amazing experience. At one point they start playing the national anthem and all of these people from all over the world go silent, and put their hands on the chests. They salute our anthem even though they weren’t American, there was just so much respect in that moment. It was just one of those in the