Power Of Writing Letter

After the events of September 11, 2001, my dad was recalled to the military to serve twelve months in Djibouti, Africa. Upon his return, he made the choice to return to the Army, and we were sent to Colorado. In the years that followed, my family was

I am part of a large family, I lived with a mother, father, three older sisters, and a younger brother. We lived in the large city of Los Angeles, California. There was no apparent infidelity that I was ever aware of in my family, but yet there seemed to be a small bit of the same crass attitude that my mother had for my father. He was stricken with a disability and unable to provide in the same manner she was accustomed. All of my siblings that could helped out in any way they could. The point is that we were a family that pulled together when needed. When I left for the military odyssey, I had no idea I would be placed in harm’s way. It was peace time. I made a surprise appearance one Christmas eve, my family was under the impression that I was still aboard ship and that I would be home in January for a visit. I secretly showed up on the front porch in full uniform, my sea bag slung over my shoulder. Holding back my own tears of excitement. I opened the front door and I stood there. For a brief moment frozen in time was my whole family, my beloved

While we were at war I had my family write letter to me and a couple other people that didn’t get letters from their families. They were surprised when they got the letters. I told my family to write to them so they would not feel alone. “Not

My father was admitted to the Vail Valley Medical Center after suffering from withdrawal symptoms from alcoholism on June 21st, 2015 (Father’s Day), one week before I left for the United States Naval Academy. Within the first week of Plebe Summer I learned that he had almost passed away after developing a staph infection and that Flight For Life Colorado had to transport him to a larger hospital in Denver. During Plebe Summer I also learned that my grandfather, whom I had been extremely close with, had passed away on July 14th, 2015. I missed the funeral that was held on July 21st, 2015 in Durango because I was in Annapolis, and I was therefore unable to be there for my grandmother. These two events reinforced how much I value my family and my proximity to them. I made the difficult decision to depart the United States Naval Academy because I felt that I needed to be in Colorado to support my family, especially my mother and my 14-year-old brother. I want you all to know that I do not place any blame on my father for what happened. He decided to quit drinking alcohol solely for the reason that he wanted to be sober in order to give me the the best possible final week at home. It was an act of love that turned into disaster, despite his pure intentions. If you know him you are extremely fortunate, and I truly

I had just buried my brother a few days before. I had only a day or two left before I was to return to Camp Pendleton.

I stood on the porch just thinking about my mother, oh how I miss my mother. If I could just see her one more time I would have so much to tell her. All I have left was my sister and my father, I'm just thinking about how much love I need to show them; because no one knows how much time we have left her on the earth. At the time, looking back on my mother and all she did for me, I honestly believe that she was the only person in my life that gave me joy and happiness. During the war the only thing I could ever thing of, the only thing that keep me sane was my mother. While being sorrowful on the porch, the door opens and I see my sister standing there crying. She runs at me a leaps into my arms crying, she tells me “its been to long brother”. I tell her that crying will only make me cry. At that moment my father walks throw the door and gives both my sister and I the biggest most immense hug. After maybe ten minutes of hugging the the porch we head inside and I got to take a shower and get ice for my head trying to relieve the

In the Western Front, where extraordinary quantities of soldiers were literate, communication with their homes made a vital contribution to the preservation of determination. Letters from friends and family kept the armed forces in touch with the life in which they had left far behind. Writing home could also be beneficial. The scale of this communication is shown by when the British Army Postal Service alone mailed two billion letters and 114 million packages in four years.

           May 31st, the day my family and I had been waiting for, ship day. I woke up at 3:30 a.m. to fly to Missouri. I left with two other people: Boone and Hiple. Boone was 18, he had graduated from high school two weeks prior to shipping out for Basic Training. He would go straight through Basic and onto Advanced Individual Training (AIT); while both Hiple and I will go through Basic. Then next year, to continue our journey in the U.S. Army, the two of us, accompanied by others, will leave for AIT. That morning a recruiter dropped us off at the airport, our families came back with us through security and waited with us for our flight. I was of course stopped through security,

It is with regret that I have to let you all know that Connie will be leaving the WISH Team on June 9th. Connie has accepted a position where she will utilize her social work license. We will miss Connie she has been a great addition to the WISH team.

Watching my dad step onto the plane I try to hold back my tears, but fail every time. I know for the next few months it will be a hard-hitting time for our family to go through. He’ll be so busy in Kuwait and our time zones will be unalike. I had to skip that day at school because of my uncontrollable tears. The next day I go back, I have to remain focused on my work and not think about if my dad made it there safely. When we hear from him that night later that he and his crew landed safety, one extra weight feels lifted off my shoulders. But further extra weight still remains.

I didn’t want to do another three years so I took my son back New Jersey so I could do only a two year tour. This tour was cut short because my dad became ill and I transferred to Ft Monmouth, New Jersey because the only gave my dad six month to live. In which I was able to spend a year with my dad before he died in 2004. My son and father was very close so it took his death really hard. I had to make a decision to stay in the military on get out to be with my son. I chose to end my career as a soldier for ten years to be with my son who has graduated from high school in 2010, did two years of college and now is in the U.S. Air Force and is married expecting his first child in august of this years. The one thing that stuck with me was that my so told me he was very proud of me for being a military mom and still taking the time to raise

My father served 38 faithful years in the U.S. Air Force, and whenever duty called, he would leave for what felt like ages, and I’ll never forget how lonesome I was without him.

When I was 4 or 5 years old my Mom and I had gone with my Dad to sign up for a training camp so that he could join the army. The day my Dad left was a sad day I did not want him to go but I knew that it was so that he could have a good job and support us well at least I know that now . He came back from training camp after what felt like forever. The next week I had gotten the news that we were moving to Kansas , we then after a year we had moved back to Los Angeles.

Before, his orders changed, my brother had told us that he would be leaving at the end of this month. Although, we will still have contact with him, my family and I will still be very worried because here we can contact him everyday, but in Kuwait, it will be more difficult. I am scared for his safety and I always will be, but he was trained to do this, to defend our country against the enemy. When my brother called us, to tell us the devastating news, all of our hearts just dropped to the floor, we were sorrowful. I could see that all of our faces turned white as a ghost. We thought that we had more time with Gabriel, we wanted more time, we needed more time. To say goodbye to my brother, my mom was planning a goodbye family picnic at the park, but those plans got cancelled because of the new deployment date. Now, my mom has changed the plans instead of doing a picnic at the park, my whole family and I will be going out to dinner at a restaurant on Saturday. That will

Letter-writing is a large part of this chapter playing various different roles. Bechdel first brings up the use of letter-writing when she sends a letter home addressing the fact that she might be a lesbian. Although she was unsure of the truth of this statement she still sent a letter home hoping to get a positive response back. This letter triggered a chain of letters between her and her mother. Later in the chapter on page 77 she gets a letter from her mother. Bechdel uses a whole panel to show the letter allowing the viewer to read most of it. This letter looks to have used a type writer and unlike other letters in this chapter seems less personal. Another use of letter-writing in this story is when her father was in the army. Bruce and Helen exchanged various letters back and forth during his time in the army mainly discussing the book she had sent him. The way Bechdel incorporates these letters into the composition is an interesting way to fill a panel. Some of the letters take up the whole panel focusing on key parts of the letter. Some letters are part of the panel as a speech balloon. There are also full letters that occupy a large space in a panel. On page 62 and 63 these examples are present. A square panel on 62 shows only Bruce’s handwriting. The handwriting represents a sentimental quality. Bechdel might have used his actual letter for this panel. He writes about the book called The Far Side of Paradise sent to him by Helen. The use of fragments of written