Personal Narrative: Soldier Field

The United States Army defines leadership as the process of influencing people by providing purpose, direction, and motivation to accomplish the mission and improve the organization (ADP 6-22). The Non Commissioned Officer Corps has a rich history in leading troops. Their Slogan is “Back Bone of The Army”. I took this to heart when I was sworn into the NCO corps. The Warrant Officer Cohort is known for their technical and tactical ability and being subject matter experts (SME) in their field. This post will discuss the differences between the NCO and the Warrant Officer.

I’m a military child. Change was instilled in me since my birth in Spain. My childhood was spent briefly in Europe, the east coast of the U.S, and eventually the Midwest. This change of scenery, schools, friends, and just about everything else in my life led me to be the person I am today. Travelling was amusing and I enjoyed change of pace every couple of years, but it wasn’t easy. I learned early on that getting attached to people wasn’t a good idea and should be avoided in preparation for the next move. This led me to being an incredibly shy child who couldn’t open up to people. The world I come from is an adventurous but problematic one. When I concluded making friends would assist with each transition I found myself too terrified to attempt

If I could go back to any time in the world, I would go back to France in October 1944 on the Western Front. World War Two has always interested me. Being able to see the revolutionary weapons would be incredible. I would also love to take part in such a historic and epic war. War is a horrible event that plays a major part in human development.

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.

The year was 2007 and my brother Eric had just returned home from deployment to Iraq and the mood was ecstatic around the house. My dad was welling up with tears, finally being able to see his oldest child returning home from service. Mom was also very happy as well, repeatedly fondling over Eric as soon as he entered the house. Eric and I had always been close, even though there was a decent age gap between us of 15 years. We talked for hours about what his time was like in Iraq and in the military; he seemed open to talking about it even though he witnessed some fairly nightmarish experiences. Eventually I got the bright idea to challenge him to a wrestling match on the lawn even though he had 120 pounds on me. He tried to talk me out of

Being a military kid always made me different to the other kids in my school. Even I were to talk to another military child, our experiences would be different. Different states, different time periods without our parents, all of us have a different story to tell. I always felt like I couldn’t talk about my life because no one would understand. And most didn’t. It was hard to move across country. It was hard to move to different schools, sometimes in between the year. It was also hard on my family, with my dad being gone for long periods of time.

With no vision or plan to enter the civilian life and no idea what to do with my life, I still had severe scars of the year in Iraq. There wasn’t a priority or a drive, but however, I did have some responsibility I had a wife and three children. In a desperate move, I attempted to return to the State where I was born as I think about it this may have been some comfort zone. I would send my two new children back home to their state while I attempted to land a job. My first interview would be in Cincinnati as a Retail Manager in a large company. Confident that I had some stability, I couldn’t avoid the heavy drinking or my violent outbursts I would eventually succumb to leaving my wife and two children to find myself in this lost world, which later I regretted. My focus was to leave everything behind and start a new life this would

Everyone knows that a soldier is someone that has made the ultimate sacrifice. By that I mean someone that has gave up being with family and friends to go and help the world. However, being a civilian may be difficult at times, it does not even compare. The responsibilities of a solders can be challenging, rewarding and yet demanding. As a United States Soldier, fighting for our country, both home and abroad, we are considered as a band of brothers, well some may even call it a family whom incorporate the antic of military first, family second and accountability fits into the category as top priority. Within the United States, the importance of keeping our patrons safe and free of any potential threats that can be a risk to safety is also near

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.

On the early morning of April 19th, my husband left to gather with the militia. I being worried could not go back to sleep and awaited by the window from time to time. The children were still asleep and out of the corner of my eyes, I see at least a couple hundred of lobsterbacks. I was frightened and crouched making sure I wasn’t seen. Oh how my heart beated, and I am ashamed to remind myself that the militia fired. Perhaps out of fear, but they fired. Immediately there was movement until my eyes could see, running, shooting, bloodshed. As soon as I saw the Regulars marching, and the house being so near to all the commotion I ran to the children and hoped they wouldn’t burn the house down. I was prepared, nervous for the life of my husband

I can not begin to tell you about what I have seen over the past three days. When the battle began on July 1st I never would have imagined how many men would be wounded or killed. Makeshift hospitals had to be made for all of the wounded men. Large warehouses and even the railroad station were turned to hospitals. They grew quickly overcrowded though so we had to use other buildings. Churches were turned into hospitals, with the pews acting as beds. Schools and even private homes had to house wounded soldiers in need of medical attention. Volunteer nurses from Gettysburg gathered to help the wounded. The brought sheets and seat cushions from their homes for soldiers. I can only imagine how overwhelmed they must be, seeing all of the wounded

Growing up as an Army brat. We had to learn a lot of values growing up. Even though my father and I didn't have a strong connection. He was still able to provide for his family. Our family showed a different type of morals. Like never show your true emotions. My brother and I had to learn that. I didn't really know what that meant till I was much older. And? It stuck with me till this day. By showing emotion would show people that you were soft. My mother would show comfort to you if you were struggling but she knew the balance of reasoning. Since growing up and moving out of the house and following the family tradition. By joining the service made my father's and myself relationship stronger. One day my father approached me and asked

In order to progress in this analysis, I decided to interview an individual who has remained next to me throughout my entire life; someone who ardently encouraged me through periods of excel and stagnation. There was, in reality, only one person who I strived to speak to: my mother. Before commencing this discussion, I anticipated numerous astounding facts about her; my mother rarely talked about her years in Vietnam - presumably due to the Vietnam War and its chaotic nature. Therefore, late Friday when twilight was approaching, I interviewed my mother and received some peculiar information, which disclosed fragments of her life. It became apparent that my mother strived to become a schoolteacher or an architect; however, due to the war, she could not continue

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

Fight,fight,fight! Hailey and Aj blared. They were all in Florida for their vacation. They had to spare some time , before they could go out to the beach. They kept thinking and thinking. Then, A.J said we should have a fight. We all agreed it should be Jilly against Matt.Hailey and A.j are both brother and sister. Hailey is in seventh grade and has brown hair. A.j is in third grade and has brown hair. There cousins Jill and Matt are having a skirmish (Fight). Jilly has dirty blonde hair and is in fifth grade. Jilly,A.j,and Hailey's cousin Matt has brown hair and is in fourth grade.