Personal Narrative: One Day In The United States

Hillenbrand aims the story towards anyone with a military backgroud or someone who is fond military survival stories. Hillenbrand references many WWII figures, places, techniques, or objects that people without knowledge of WWII or wars in general may not understand. This book could also be intended for anyone who is looking to gain determination or hope of their

Studying in a foreign country is an interesting experience of an individual lifetime. One tends to learn a number of things relating to ways of life in a foreign land. Social, political and economic values and aspects are usually different from one region to another. Therefore, through studying abroad one is able to learn different issues about another society such as gender and sexuality issues, social class and race/ethnicity issues. Having come from a developing country studying in the U.S.A has been a great experience personally. This paper will attempt to provide a reflection of my personal experience on studying in the U.S by comparing the history of Angola and the U.S.

Growing up in Ghana, I had heard a lot of things about the U.S. This was a country I had always wanted to visit; my prayer was answered when I got the opportunity to travel there. Arriving in a new environment came with many experiences. Adjusting with food, language and the weather was not easy. With the passage of time, however I have been able to0 adjust and fit it. This write-up therefore is to elaborate on my experiences since coming to U.S.

Stepping out of my first plane ride, I experience an epiphany of new culture, which seems to me as a whole new world. Buzzing around my ears are conversations in an unfamiliar language that intrigues me. It then struck me that after twenty hours of a seemingly perpetual plane ride that I finally arrived in The United States of America, a country full of new opportunities. It was this moment that I realized how diverse and big this world is. This is the story of my new life in America.

When Jeff returned, the army broke camp and started the long march to Springfield, Missouri. The sergeant was Millholland, who Jeff liked much more than Clardy. The next evening they camped 25 miles away from Springfield. When Jeff shot his gun to clean it, he got arrested and was taken before Clardy. As his punishment, he got all-night sentry duty. The battle was going to be at Wilson's Creek, Missouri. The north planed to attack the rebels at dawn and by surprise. They failed to surprise the rebels, lost hundreds of men and the battle. The day after the battle, Jeff had to report for ambulance duty. The field hospital was 2 large gray tents thrown together in a clump of trees. When Jeff was scanning the field of people, he saw lots of dangerously injured people, none of them looked happy

It was a bright hot summer day in Florida, and my family had just arrived for our week long vacation, but we were in for the biggest shock of our unified life. We had never thought that this dreadful thing could happen at such a beautiful place.

It seemed like ages before he was free. He ran back towards the British line, expecting at any moment to feel a bullet rip through him. Then, out of the blue, a single shot rumbled across the dormant battlefield. Ed spun around just in time to see the German commander’s pistol smoking. The machine gunner who had spared his life was slumped over, motionless.

Example 2 : Another Australian, Gunner J.R. Armitage saw a man in the distance who was letting out painful moans. The wounded solider moved on his hands and knees in struggle to reach to Gunner J.R. Armitage. The wounded told him not to shoot him painfully. The wounded soldier was missing one leg so the Australian helped him by trying to reassure him but he was eventually killed by the Germans themselves.

I didn’t believe in aliens until I was abducted by them. I was put in some kind of contraption and I’m not sure what happened exactly, but it’s clear that I’m not where I was. Everything in 2016 is different, I don’t know if I’m in a different state or not but people are dressing differently and acting differently, and the cars, the cars are all different! I’ve been here for quite some time now and have noticed a lot of differences from where I lived in Oceanside, California in 1940. I’ve been transported to the year 2016 and there are so many things that have changed and evolved and among them are political, economic, social, and cultural changes.

On September 1, 1939, 12 year-old Jack was being slowly pulled into War World II even though he didn’t know it. One of the things he did was

My story is about the first day in America. My dad told us that we are going to America after 1 week, I was so happy . When we got on the airplane it was as packed as a stadium full of football fans. .So we get there and, it was as cold as Antarctica we did not know that it would be that cold. We came on November, 2014. It’s was very cold when we came. In Yeman it’s very hot, we usually don’t stay at the house. In here we have to stay in the house we go outside when my dad is here, most the time he work .

Johnnie, Veronica, Frank et al. do me a solid with all your “knowledge” and “wokeness” step outside your educational privilege and support systems for a minute. I in no place in my post said anything about America being perfect so what you did was hijack a status about the solidarity I feel for the people in my life and in this country who very much will struggle with an intensified troubling life experience in the country to PROVE you have some kind of exceptional wokeness or understanding of America. MISS me with it. No America was not safe for everyone but we just did was extend the people who it was unsafe for. If that’s cool with you then carry on with your bullshit. I have NEVER EVER said it’s a safe place for everyone. I have NEVER

America’s gift to my generation is amazing because veterans have used all their potential for us. They fought for us to be alive right now. Their gift to us is much more than I expected. I am so thankful and I appreciate all they have done for us.

The author records military, camp and battlefield exposure and provides an in depth look at both the lenient and illegal absences in British, France, Belgium Germany and the United States. The author also captures a picture of close allies, the unusual realization of his injuries, his resulting hospitalization and later recovery. He further describes the dreariness of a post-war career, in a series of occasions which include disbandment in Wales through Kimmel park, his arrival back to Canada, and finally his return to noncombatant life which was most awaited, but yet turned to be strange, fast and emotional. In addition to letters and pictures to work, the book also includes scans and original ink pen drawings that match the story.

“American Dream.” Those two words are what drove my parents to escape the challenges of living in poverty stricken Colombia. Being a first generation, young, female, Latina immigrant my upbringing has made me fortunate enough to embrace all of the opportunities available for me.