Personal Narrative: The United States Engaged In War

It was mid-October and in the twenties, because it was October as was I am finishing my route. As I biked the town seemed so beautiful. I like this job because it helps me get away. I had woken up with Abelard screaming about friends lost in the war. Jacob had to come over help him. Jacob was a friend of the family and was also referred as an hyphenated American. The two had been bullied at the start of the Great War long before it came to America.

The United States of America has always had an invested interest in the Middle East: from a religious perspective to a financial one. America has always ensured that it will have an official war narrative for becoming involved with the Middle East. As the United States evolved, so did the war narratives. Nowadays, technology allows most people to have access to information in little to no time. Unfortunately, we often forget that there are many influences on the war narrative. For example, this nation’s past, the public’s expectations, and personal bias are just a few influencers of America’s narrative. America’s current war narrative is still influenced by the public perspective of the Vietnam War. Vietnam was the first time what happened during a war could be broadcasted at home. This played a huge part in the growth of the public’s anti-war sentiment. Thus, control of what the American public saw was necessary. During the Gulf War, the government made sure to account for this new form of narrative, and this caution has affected the media’s portrayal of the Middle East.

The United States has intervened in many countries throughout history. Some countries became better off with the help that was given by the United States, while other countries stayed static, or became even worse. The war with Iraq is a great example of the horrors that the United States can create when she decides to mess with other countries. America thought that she knew what was best for Iraq, but America was wrong. The United States should not have gotten involved with Iraq because of the war rationale, the cost of the war, and lack of securing national security for the United States.

First, the cost of war is tremendous. America is so in debt, and instead of trying to pay it all off, they’re using it to buy weapons of mass destructions. As our national debt goes up, so do our problems. The money that is being spent on the transportations for the soldiers, the food/ shelter being paid for, the weapons, can all be used to pay for much more important things. The taxpayer’s money could be used to fund underprivileged families and schools. Schools could be using the money to fund the music and arts programs that could help the students express themselves. The money can also be used to help keep people off the streets, and even fix roads and buildings all over the country. We can make this country beautiful, but instead the

Running around the front yard, toy gun in right hand walkie-talkie in my left. The dream right? Fighting for the land of dreams, the place you were raised, America. Fighting for freedom, liberty, justice, and family. I had this dream. This was me. Was…

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

It was the winter of 834 A.D. It was colder than usual that day. It was also the day that would forever alter my life. As I was walking into the King’s Throll, I saw my friend Sven. Sven was a average lad, but at times I thought he was a little mentally disadvantaged.

I yawned and changed into my normal clothes. I saw it. I smiled and grabbed the teddy bear. I ran to the living room.

A straight face, a camouflage shirt, and no tears were all muddled in me when driving to my war zone. There was no turning back. I was ready to accomplish a mission that many of my same age considered impossible.

I don't even like books about war. (Case in point: I scanned half of War and Peace. I think which half is obvious.) But this book took five hundred pages to blow up a single bridge. There were tanks to count, grenades to gather, diagrams to be drawn and generals to contact. Somehow all of this managed to be completely enthralling to a reader whose eyes would otherwise glaze over at the mere mention of battalions.

I was walking along the street when suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. Someone was following me. I was scared, and I started to run. The sound of the footprints became louder and faster. My heart was beating quickly. All things that scared me came to my mind. I imagined all types of monsters and animals in that moment. I was running and running and running until I felt it so close to me. Then, I decided to be brave as much as I can and stop. I started walking slowly until I stopped completely. Then, I took a deep breath before entering the battlefield. Suddenly, I felt something on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and I started screaming. my screams were mixed with sounds of laugher. I thought that I was envisaging until I heard my sister saying

As I stood on my front porch, analyzing my door frame, I snapped back to reality; however during my flashback, I came to realize, through this frame is not my home. I realize that the front line is my home. In spite of all the brutal outcomes that is produce by war, I finally grasp the fact that in those dark trenches on the frontline of war is where I am suppose to be; In that specific environment is where I fit in.

I sit in my bed, eyes focused on the television. The world is blocked out. All I know is do not look away from the screen. I hear the sounds of an active battlefield.

The reality of the war is way different from what I expected. When one actually enters the army he comes with a lot of expectations and confidence on himself but when you actually start then you realize that I am really fighting for my country, which makes us feel proud. We see deaths everyday here, of our friends and our loved ones but cant do anything instead get frustrated and wish to go back home to meet our family but the thought of serving our country pulls us back. Sometimes I wonder why can’t this world be in peace? Since my childhood my dream was to be in the army, as I loved action and fights as that was entertainment for me but now I know why we fight not for entertainment but for our country and the injustice. The enthusiasm among

“Stop, Rose!” The shrill scream cut the air like a knife cutting all the way through my heart.