Short Story : My Army Story

This gave me much more insight as to how to be a pilot, what it takes to live the life of an Army Rotary Wing Aviator. I was enthralled and immediately decided I could not suffer a part time contract to fly, I had to have the lifestyle and the opportunity of active duty. This created a timing problem as I was still fresh in a 6 year contract. I did not waste the time I had left; I focused on becoming the best soldier I could. Fueled by the expertise, dedication and experience of the aviators I have come across, I began requesting training above my level and consistently rising to the challenges of my superiors and performing above average. I surprised myself along the way, surpassing my own high expectations, and after appreciating every success I reset the bar higher than before. The struggles that have caused me to push back my timeline are not seen as regrets. Every struggle was beat. Every hurdle showed me how much more I am capable of. My desire and dedication hasn’t changed because of this but my understanding has; I would compare it to a child’s wild, superfluous dream turning into an adult’s strong, focused

I have a story that is one of a kind. My brother and I were adopted from a trifling rural town called Shakhty in Russia. We were about 8 months old. Some people think being adopted is inopportune, but I like to bless God and say I was chosen. I currently attend Hargrave Military Academy in Chatham, Virginia. I’m on the Battalion staff, comprising the top 7 leaders at the school that observes the Corps of Cadets. I’m currently a 1st Lieutenant and the Battalion S-4. While at Hargrave, I have exceeded on and off the playing fields. I've been a captain of the varsity lacrosse team for 3 years consecutively. I played on the JV and varsity basketball teams, also holding leadership roles. Now I’m currently on the varsity football team as a senior

It’s the day I have to move to the army's campsite. I grab my bag and swing them on my shoulder, it weighs a ton it feels like my shoulder’s gonna break. Sophie was peeking through my room door, as I was about to stand up she ran to the living room curled up into a ball making loud thud and sobbing noises. Outside of the house, I hug my mom as tight as I could, I don’t want to move any single inch of my bone. I want to stay like this forever. I felt a drop of water behind my shoulder and I know that it was her tears. I don’t want to leave them but I have to. It was time to let go but she didn’t want to, I grab her arm and slightly push them back.

The most challenging aspect I have found about being a leader and Soldier in the Army is finding balance between Army life and life outside of my career. As a father and a husband, I have to consciously make time for the other factors in my life. Since I have spent an average of my adult life more at work than at home, whether deployed or in garrison, I have formed lasting bonds with peers, superiors and subordinates alike. It is a delicate balance to ensure that I am creating similar bonds with my 10 and 16 year old boys, who live with their mother, while continuously strengthening my bond with my wife. Although this balance remains a challenge, I have found that by anticipating various reactions to my words and actions that I am choosing to say what I actually mean. That simple process has positive impacts on my continuing effort to build resiliency. I also make it a point to “hunt the good stuff” and focus on the positive aspects of my life rather than the things that cause me to stress. I find that positive communication and exercise are also good releases for me and helps me to feel less overwhelmed.

Darkness surrounds the evening sky. The stars were peeking out from their dark home. It looked as if God took a straight pin, poked a sheet of paper with tiny holes. Crickets softly played their symphony as the world slept. James laid in his bunk, staring off into the darkness. He wondered what the day had in store for him. The night watchman quietly walked his route, like a thief in the night.

We were trapped in a house. There were redcoats surrounding the house. All we had was a bayonet and a knife. John was almost dead. He might as well be dead, having been stabbed, shot 3 times and attacked by rabbits (Don’t ask). John pointed out the window and said, “Look”.

My father swayed me to rethink my MOS choice and instead pick an MOS that is transferable to the civilian world, in case I decided to get out. I reported into Parris Island for boot camp on September 9th, 2014. I was in Delta Company starting out and graduated as a Marine on the 11th of December. That was the most important day in my life up to that point. I later went to Marine Combat Training on Camp Geiger. Which is also where I found out what my MOS was going to be. The administrative marines told me I was going to be a Maintenance Management Specialist. My buddies and I at the time thought that meant I was going to be a janitor. That was not a happy moment. Until later on when I made my way over to Camp Johnson for my school house as a 0411. I graduate from the School house as a PFC on May 8th, 2015 and arrived in my current duty station and command. Being Camp Lejeune, 2nd Maintenance Battalion, Electronics Maintenance Company

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In the chapter “How to Tell a True War Story” a story is told by Mitchell Sanders and how six guys had a mission they were sent on. The mission was supposed to be them sitting a week out in a dug out area so they can listen for enemy movements. When they get up there it had a spooky feeling to it because of the mist just hanging on the mountain top to the point where you couldn’t see past five feet. The guys stayed up there because they had to and it was their mission. They heard things up there but it was never clear whether it was their minds doing it to them or the entire country of Vietnam actually talking to them. But the thing was that all six of them heard the same noises up there and it was driving them crazy because it never stopped

It all started when I was young. My family were poor and I was the only girl. My father and mother raised me just like my brothers. My father decided since woman had it harder that I would be a boy so I dressed and continued to act like a boy. As I grew up we took great measures with binding to keep the image up. Because of this, people took years off my age. I started working on the wharf when I turned 18. It was a hard life, being one of the laborers. It is a lot of lifting and moving heavy objects. It involves cleaning and going places most people would never think of going. I knew I had a few short years before someone noticed that I wasn’t changing like a growing boy should, so I kept my ears peeled for the next adventure that would save

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

After the completion of my high school career, I obtained a job at Radio Shack.I worked as a sales associate for approximately one year, after which I joined the U.S. Army. I left for Army Basic Combat Training on September 2012 and graduated in December of that same year. I was assigned to Joint Base Lewis McCord in Washington state for the past three years. While at Lewis McCord I took some college classes at the local community college. I plan to continue my education by obtaining a bachelors degree and excelling in my Military

No one is more professional than I. I am a noncommissioned officer, a leader of Soldiers. As a noncommissioned officer, I realize that I am a member of a time honored corps, which is known as “The Backbone of the Army”. For over 200 years the Army has served the people of the United States with citizens who have volunteered to serve. Throughout the years one thing has remained the same, the Army has grown, changed and adapted to meet the needs as an ever-changing world.

Everyone has different goals in life. They want to make lots of money, drive nice cars, break world records, own two or three vacation homes, the list goes on and on. Personally, I wanted to apart of something bigger than myself, which is why I enlisted in the United States Military. All my life I took everything for granted, my parents and friends, coasting my way through school, and when senior year came around I wasn’t sure what I was going to do after high school. After talking it out with a few buddies that said they were joining the military and I weighed the pros and cons of it. Months later on the date of May 20th, 2015. I swore in to join the United States Army.

There are many job oppurtunitiesin the army. Anyone one can join and be anything he wants. In the army everyone has the chance to travel the world. The army has certain benefits and requirements. All of them will be explained.