Sergeant First Class Jackson 's Warrior Ethos

A long time ago in 1942 when the nations of the world have once again for the second time engaged in a world war. Men were once again sent to war and had to leave their families to fight a war for whatever country or nation they came from.  Some men were paratroopers that were flown in by plane. However, some men did not always have safe travels to their destinations and were often separated from their squad if they even managed to fall safely to the ground and survive the barrage of gunfire from the enemies below. There were some American paratroopers that ran into these problems when they were dropped into D-day.  One of them was named John Jackson. John Jackson was on one of the first planes heading to the beaches where one of the greatest

In 2013, Lancaster High School teacher Jamie Goodreau invited former Army Spec. Jerral Hancock to speak to his students. Hancock told them that while in Iraq his tank had been hit by an explosive, severely injuring him. In addition to suffering extensive burns and losing one arm as a result of the attack he was left paralyzed from the chest down.

Housing just an Infantry company it lacked even simple amenities such as running water, but it was home to the men of Second Platoon, Bravo Company, 1st Battalion, 36th Infantry Regiment. As the men of Second Platoon packed ourselves into the crowded and hot Bradley fighting vehicles early on a Monday morning, and rolled out onto the deadly streets of Tal Afar, I don’t think any of us would have imagined the events that were to unfold that day. Since arriving in January, we had had sporadic contact with the enemy, but it had been limited to insurgents shooting at us from a distance and then fleeing, roadside bombs, and booby traps. Today would be entirely different from what we had encountered as we took the fight to the

Dear Ms. Porter: Please accept my deepest, heartfelt sympathy on the loss of your son Specialist Patrick E. Boss, who was serving our grateful nation in Iraq. Patrick’s death has taken a son from his mother, a friend from his fellow Soldiers in Iraq, and of course from his other family and friends at home. As you know, Patrick was part of 1-22 Infantry Battalion as our Human Resource Information System Specialist. He was an important part of our unit and many of the young Soldiers looked to him as a source of advice since this was his third deployment. He was quick to offer that advice and to use his experience to help his fellow Soldiers. On March 10, 2010, Patrick was leave for Rest and Recuperation Leave when the convoy he was in was attacked.

Chief joseph was one of the most courageous men alive. He was March 3, 1840, Wallowa County, Oregon, OR. When the United States attempted to force the Nez Perce to move to a reservation in 1877, he reluctantly agreed. Following the killing of a group of white settlers, tensions erupted again, and Chief Joseph tried to lead his people to Canada, in what is considered one of the great retreats in military history”(Biography.com). His name tribal name was Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt which translate to “Thunder Rolling Down a Mountain.” After his dad died in 1871, “Chief Joseph assumed his father's leadership role as well as the positions he'd staked out for his people”(Biography).”As tensions mounted, the three chiefs sensed that violence was imminent.”

A man once said, “Without hard work and discipline it is difficult to be a top professional”, I didn't realize how accurate this saying was. This year, I was appointed to be the JROTC Unarmed Drill Team Commander, which consisted of leading subordinates in a freestyle and a distinct routine using military movements. Our upcoming competition was hosted by an Air Force unit, which meant that we had to adapt to a different sequence of commands, being we're an Army JROTC unit. With hard work of intense hours of practice, we looked sharp, fearless, and unified.

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

On July 27, 2007, during a village assessment and presence patrol mission in a remote area of northeastern Afghanistan, Staff Sergeant Patrick Lape and his team came under enemy fire. The enemy fire had stopped almost as soon as it started, but not far after it started again. One of the Sergeant’s squad mates fell down a hill right in line of enemy fire. The sergeant maneuvered his way around to him and led him to safety. Sergeant Lape then prepared a smoke bomb to conceal their movement as they got away. Before he could get it off, they were hit directly by an RPG. This injured and disoriented everyone in his squad. This did not stop his clear path of thought. He carried his team one by one to safety. He then called for medical evac. The

He had metal shrapnel in his groin and wrist and a bullet wound in his leg. He was sent into a chopper with Brunner and lifted away. They were trying to save him but it was too late, he died. Perry was in the hospital for some time. The doctor told him he was lucky but then he wasn’t lucky. He was lucky to be alive but he wasn’t lucky because his wounds weren’t bad enough to be sent home. He was then issued to go back to his company. He went back and heard how Simpson was sent home. They got a new Sergeant, his name was Dongan. He was racist, he had Peewee take point all the time and Johnson with the 60 in the back. Those two places in the formation are the most dangerous because those two positions are at risk the most. Then a Vietnamese

It became and early day, when the entire group got up at an early hour and went to breakfast together. Again, Jackson was wearing his USMC cap with the Colonel’s eagles and Jackie added the small MOH lapel pin right above the point of the top of the anchor, but now it didn’t matter since he was now a Marine. After he noticed the pin, Jackson smirked at her because it was so small he didn’t think anyone would even notice.

As I was getting ready to deploy to Afghanistan, I received news that a SSG, in the unit that we were relieving just went on a killing spree of innocent women and children. To make matters worse an Airforce unit accidently burned a bunch of Qurans at Kandahar Air Field. We were deployed to the birthplace of the Taliban in a remote combat outpost in Panjwaii district, Kandahar province. This would set the tone of our deployment for the next 10 months. Throughout our time there we experienced several small arms attacks as well as IED encounters. We suffered combat losses due to amputations from dismounted IED’s. As a tanker I never thought that I would be in charge of a squad of infantrymen, we all learned each other’s weaknesses and strengths.

A prior enlisted man yelled out "Congratulations you 're getting shipped to relaxing Jackson!" In many of the months that I learned about joining the Army, Fort Jackson located in South Carolina was considered where most people go and the easiest basic combat training the Army had. I wasn 't worried as to where I was going to be sent. My height of 4 '9 anywhere the Army sent me was going to be difficult for me. My fears were small but the amusement of accomplishing this, motivated my small soon to be troubled soul. I thought to myself if I get through this I will be able to get through anything, but if I fail my whole family will disgrace me. The doctors there made us do uncomfortable stretches and exercise while only wearing garments of your bra and underwear, so that doctors knew every muscle worked the way it was supposed to. I passed all the requirements and swore in that day. Fast-forwarding to November, 3rd 2014 I got shipped to Fort Jackson, South Carolina. The environment seemed close to the biome in Georgia, large ranges of pine trees forest, and grassland. I was in environmental shock when I arrived there to my barrack, because I had 5 soldiers with green hats shaped like an old western days, scream "Hurry up let’s go!" "What the hell is taking you so long!?" All the while I was carry two green duffel bags filled with fifty pounds each of military uniforms. In that moment I felt as though I had super hero power strength. I couldn’t feel the weight of my bags, and

He was dead. More precisely, he was clinically dead. My hands tremble as I lifted my fingers off his carotid pulse. As a NSF who enlisted into SCDF, I've gotten EMT as my vocation. This would be similar to the community service I have done before, but boy was I mistaken. In reality, it is nothing less than a warfare zone.

Hello, I'm Jackson Hawk, a student at Indiana University Bloomington. I was born in Bloomington, the same city where I am studying Information Systems and Accounting. I chose to study these fields since I live by my problem solving skills, I will continue learning how to solve technological and systematic problems since everything in the accounting profession is computerized. I've found that working with accounting is very suiting for me since I've been dreaming of working with money for my entire life. This passion was seeded by my Dad working at banks and I greatly admired him. In preschool when my class drawing what we wanted to be when grow up, most people drew a football star, astronaut, president, I draw myself in a suit and a red tie

Captain Tony Lane was an A-Team Commander, 19th Special Forces Group, 2nd Battalion, Charlie Company out of Kenova, West Virginia. He and his team were on the run from an infantry company from the 172nd Infantry Regiment that was under the command of Colonel Magnus. The team had spied what looked like a squad of soldiers earlier in the day heading their way and there was no doubt they would find the hide. In the hurry to evacuate the hide and move further into the forest to hide from the approaching soldiers Sergeant First Class Toby Powell tripped and block his ankle. Out of all the things that could happen at the most inopportune time this was it. Captain Lane ordered the rucksacks to be left and destroyed. They were all piled, so they thought, and a thermite grenade thrown on top did the job. The only problem was that SFC Powell’s ruck was left against the wall because everyone thought he had tossed it in the pile.