Personal Narrative: Seal Team

The Making of a Navy Seal is a true story told by Brandon Webb. Webb tells the story of surviving his toughest challenges and how he trains to be the best. He has a very unusual childhood and is eventually thrown out of the boat his family lives on. Even though Webb has a rough start in his adulthood, he overcomes difficult obstacles and works hard for his goals.

When the Navy sends their most elite squad, they send the SEAL’s. At the point when the SEAL’s send their elitist, they send SEAL Team Six. SEAL Team Six is a top secret group and the only way to get in, is to prove yourself as being strong physically and mentally. I Am a SEAL Team Six Warrior by Howard E. Wasdin is a emotional story of how Howard Wasdin defeated an extremely rough childhood and how he entered the extremely risky U.S. Naval force SEALS Team and Special Forces expert marksmen as a sniper. His transformation of becoming a young, poor boy into a lethal and extremely dangerous weapon will change him forever, and make him choose intense decisions. All through the book of I Am a SEAL Team Six Warrior it appears and clarifies missions that Howard had to experience. Missions no man should have to deal with. I would highly recommend this book to anyone looking for tons of action and for people with a thirst for adrenaline and a heart warming story.

Four or Five years ago if you were to tell me that I would be confidently applying to the University of Miami I would have laughed. Through high school I did not give much effort and like most of my peers, thought that furthering my education was my only option. Nearing the end of my senior year I started realizing that no noteworthy university would even consider accepting someone like me. As the days ticked away, I applied to a nearby college with an incredibly high acceptance rate and found myself opening an acceptance letter a few weeks later.

I have been accepted to AFS-USA's international exchange program to Norway. I will be spending my sophomore year living with a host family and going to school at a local upper secondary school. I am awaiting the information regarding where I will be located in Norway, as well as my paperwork for a Norwegian visa. As long as the final stages of my application go through, I will depart this August and return the following July.

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 115 degrees; the platoon was walking through the middle of the desert each of them with 40 pounds of gear on and an M16A2 rifle. It was summer time in the country of Afghanistan and the temperature was rising. At this point I asked myself what the hell I am doing here and why did I join the United States Army? Right when I was thinking that I felt a tug on my leg and there stood a young boy about 7 years old with only one arm, “Candy,Candy” he asked. Upon speaking with the local villagers we found out that his arm was taken from an improvised explosive device (IED) planted

While on another mission, Richie and his platoon were commanded to take over the enemy mountainside. As they began taking it over, they were bombarded with bullets flying in every direction towards them. Panic arose quickly among the soldiers because they didn't know what to do. During the firefight, Richie went over to one of the soldiers and began to help him. However, while helping the fallen soldier Richie realized that he himself was going to need to be helped as well.

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

The Canadian Armed Forces has been a significant part of my life for as long as I can remember. My military connections have deep roots that begin with my great-great uncles William, Timothy, and John and continue today with my father, Darren, who has been a member of the Royal Canadian Navy for 35 years.

Marco was in the invasion of Iraq in 2003. He went to Bagdad to fight. Marco was sent to the North of Bagdad to a small village called al-Tarmiyah to do recon. Marco and his battalion ran into the enemy. The marines were ambushed so his squad got out and ran 200 yards of terrain under enemy fire. Marco’s squad leader got hit by a piece of shrapnel and could not go on. Marco was next in line to be the leader.

Michael Patrick Murphy, a navy seals team 10, was involved in a dangerous operation that was supposed to be quick and easy but went horribly wrong. Murphy was born on the 7th of May 1976 and died on the 28th of June 2005 in battle. He fought in Afghanistan for the navy seals alongside four other people.

When I came into the Corps I was and still am a scrawny kid; five feet seven and one hundred twenty pounds soaking wet. I came to the Corps to be challenged physically and mentally, however, I was not prepared for what I was getting myself into; I joined the Fighting Texas Aggie Fish Drill Team.

A platoon is a commanded by a lieutenant either second or first lieutenant and they suppose to have forty seven marines and two navy hospital fulminator, they have to have fulminator from the navy because marines do not have any. Michael is thankful to a twenty year old hospital fulman, because thanks to him he is still here now. There is a program call R&R (rest and relaxation) were he got a five day vacation from the war, where you can go t several designated places for five days and rest and relax. Michael was married (he has been married 48 years now) and had two sons, so for his R&R he went to Hawaii with his family for the five days. The day Michael went back to Vietnam after his R&R that was the day he got wounded for the second time, the first time he got wounded it was not as serious as the second time, the second time he step on a landmine and the outcome to that miraculous because normally nobody survives such a thing like that, and if somebody survives it they generally lose some limps. Michael did not lose any limps, but he almost most one, but he was not as injured as he could have had been. The place where he got wound there was no

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.

When I first joined the underwater robotics team, it seemed like everybody already knew their roles on the team and what to do. I, on the other hand, was a fish out of water and had no clue. In my personal life, I was never exposed to this “build it from scratch” work mentality so this was a completely new experience. I tried building and wiring, but my teammates could do it more efficiently and at a higher quality; I felt like I was lost and just a weight on the team. I wanted to ensure that I was being a vital member of the team and not just having people do all the work for me. So, I asked my coach for guidance and discovered that there was technical documentation that was important for the team’s final scoring and I seized the opportunity