Personal Narrative: The War In Syria

“Fire, bullets, death” that’s everything I saw when I was in Afghanistan. I open my eyes, i’m at work again, but, everytime I close my eyes I see all the tragedies that happen over there. Before war everyone use to tell me, “Jeff don’t be too shy” or if not “Jeff you are so loveable and friendly with everyone.” Brandon Wallace was my best friend since childhood, he even went to war with me. Then there's, my lovely wife, Nicole Sebastian, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I was in my senior year in high school when army men came to my school and ask for recruiters for war. At that moment I asked myself, “what am I going to do after high school? Am I going to survive in war? Should I enter myself in this situation?” After all, I out my name down, my heart was pounding, my breath was hard, I knew there wasn’t no turning back. When I got home

Imagine this. You’re rapidly fleeing your home country, sprinting as your life depended on it, which it did. The memories of the terrible war, still pounding in your head. The piercing roar of the gunshots. The gruesome red blood, glistening in the sunlight. You need to go, go to a free country, a land where everything is safe and sound, and not demolished like your home. You need to go, you need to leave Syria.

Considering me and my family came from a country, now known with its war and its endless revolution, we got used to hearing bad news about it every other day. We came from Syria, which was a beautiful place to live in before the revolution started. Most of my friends had to leave it because they don't have a place to live in anymore, their house have been destroyed. But for us, we lived in a safe area and our house is still there sheltering our cousins who didn’t leave their country.

As a normal American citizen, we are not accustomed to being forced out of our homes and having to live as nomads like the people of Syria have been living like since the Arab spring of 2011 the event that started what is now known as The Syrian Civil War. This war has literally been tearing apart Syria and displacing 6.3 million people (Mercy corps). This crisis affects a lot of Syrian individuals including one Doaa Al Zamel. In the book “A Hope More Powerful Than the Sea” we get a firsthand account of what life was like before the start of the war and also a view during the civil war and gives insight to life in the current state of Syria. Doaa’s life in “A Hope More Powerful Than the Sea” had her moving around the Middle East for most of her early adulthood. Throughout her moves to different parts of the Middle East she had many experiences both good and bad. The government, daily life in the Middle East, and family problems that arose during the moves affected Doaa’s life greatly.

When I picked up my dad's sword, I felt invincible. It was almost as if nothing in the world could harm me. Then, all of a sudden a blade cut through my arm. I had arrived at Camp Half-Blood on my eleventh birthday. I was placed in cabin eleven since I was undetermined. After I became determined I was placed in cabin five. Now I am fifteen, and my life is just getting started. I am the demigod daughter of Ares. I am decisive, fearless, and determined.

Attention getter- Have you ever been forced to leave your hometown without committing any crimes or doing something wrong? Imagine yourself waking up one day, seeing that you are in the middle of the war with people running around and screaming for their lives. Such incident may seem very unlikely to happen to you however, the people of Syria have been experiencing it for almost everyday of their lives. .

We waited there for a long time to allow the situation outside to cool down. After reaching safety, my mom admitted, “Your generation of young Syrians has x opportunity to get an education in a safe environment. You guys have constantly been displaced to x countries and interrupted from learning, but I will make sure that you move to the USA as soon as possible.”

Currently, there is a huge debate on if the U.S. should offer Syrian refugees to move in. One of the huge reasons they are doing a huge migration and refugee movement is because of Syrian’s living conditions. An estimated 9 million Syrians have fled their homes since the outbreak of civil war in March 2011, taking refuge in neighboring countries or within Syria itself. According to the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees, over three million have fled to Syria's neighbors Turkey, Lebanon, Jordan and Iraq.

War has affected millions of people by changing their lives irreversibly through injury, loss and grief. I sought to express the essence of war through art; however, I wanted to concentrate on a certain aspect of the very broad theme facing me. I was first struck with the aspect of innocence as I observed toy soldiers. Toy soldiers are directed towards children of all ages as a form of entertainment and play, even though they are a direct link to armed conflict and tragic wars. The innocent children’s ignorance towards the reality of war and the military gave me the idea of juxtaposing innocence with war. I first studied juxtapositions and dualities when exploring the concept of sculptor and installation artist Anish Kapoor and wanted to introduce them into my own work, but how could I

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

While this story can’t be qualified as a vacation; it was a six-month journey of being a member of the American military. Living in and interacting, and understanding the culture of a foreign country is quite a task. Learning how to conduct yourself around the local population assuming they are not an extremist and remain respectful. To understand that Afghanistan wasn’t always this way, as it is in modern times, it’s especially important to me because of my love of history and realizing that Afghanistan was a very modern place prior to war taking hold during the 1970s and beyond. It saddens me to the loss of history through conflict of such a beautiful country. My unit I was assigned to was scheduled to deploy to Afghanistan in support of Operation Enduring Freedom(OEF) at the beginning of 2010. Most people assume that military units immediately deploy to these countries right

So, once I decided to move up to the front-line, in the back of my mind I realised that as part of providing this care, I'd have to carry arms to defend myself, and to defend my patients, and those looking after my patients. The front-line was a terrible place. It was situated just over the border from Albania, within Kosovo. The days were quite warm - up to 35 degrees, and the nights cooled down to temperatures just above zero. I set up a surgical unit in a small cave that had been used by shepherds previously. This cave was only situated 300 or so metres from the forwardmost Serbian positions. The cave itself measured only seven or eight metres by four metres across, and I had to do all the operating at the mouth of the cave, to make the

He was the boss, so Mike handed over the flare. He offered a quick training session on how to ignite the flare and then scurried off. Two minutes later, we saw the flare screaming horizontally across the open space between us and the aggressor machine gun. All we could think was, oh shit, that’s not good. Sure enough, the flare impacted the ridge 2 feet under the barrel of the machine gun, causing the gunners to scatter like cockroaches. The flare burst into its illumination stage and burned hard and bright for 105 to 115 seconds. We rushed the camp, rescued the captives, and made our way back to our lines. As soon as we got back, they terminated the DAD exercise and had everyone rally up back in the training camp bleachers.

Today was a hard day for everyone. We all have blisters on our feet from walking, and everything that was organized in the wagon fell over. It was a disaster. The barrels of water fell over and spilled out causing the matches to get wet and not work anymore. I have about half the water I had before which wasn't that much. Good thing we're going to be by a river that I can restock my barrels with fresh clean water. Some of the kids got sick with a cold, thank god it wasn't malaria or some other deadly disease. We reached a part in the road where it splits, and we saw some marks on the right path so we figured that would be the correct way, only time will tell. It turns out it was the right way so that's good. Mr. Kenneth saw that it was dark in the sky so we prepped for a little rain to come.

May, 2006 was a month that I will not soon forget. My platoon and I were stationed in Baghdad; our mission was to eliminate the leader of a terrorist organization widely known as the Leumi. The Leumi consisted of thousands of bloodthirsty savages who were known for their radical methods of torture. Members of the Leumi would murder for either the satisfaction of taking another man’s breath or the perception that someone was trying to interfere with the Leumi’s cause. The objective of the Leumi is to rid the world of all impurity, which they deem to be those who do not follow Allah. At the time that I was stationed in Baghdad, their leader, Muhadi, was rumored to be hiding in a compound in No Man’s Land. No Man's Land was the headquarters for