Short Story Of The Honor Guard

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

The men who were in Tim O’Brien’s platoon caught on quickly, if they talked about everything that was going on as if it was only a story, their lives became a little easier. It became easier even for the men who didn’t practically like the guy who died. In the war it wasn’t about liking one another, that didn’t matter, what mattered to them was expressing their grief without showing it. “In any case, it’s easy to get sentimental about the dead, and to guard against it” (82). Being able to guard against their grief was something that was hard for many. No matter how many stories they told, there was still a sadness that some of them never could get over. The death of Kiowa was one of those impossible to get over. His death impacted everyone in the platoon. Even though Kiowa was just their guide, they treated him like he was a part of their family of misfits. Every man in the platoon had a story for Kiowa. There was some who told people stories that had Kiowa never dying, there were two however where his death left such a huge impact on them. All they

The ride towards the abandoned warehouse was deafening and harsh. There were countless military trucks holding soldiers from all across the country, all of them fighting for a prize that seemed too perfect to be true. Fletcher was in Unit 1, the highest ranking soldiers of them all. There were already tons of soldiers, although it seemed emptier than usual. No one ever spoke during the transportation because they were either grieving over the absence of their family or thinking about the things they could do with their prize.

I had been in band for about two years and today was the day Mr. Heggins would put us to the test that determined if he would let us try out for honor band or not. I was excited, but also very fearful. What if I didn’t do well and had to hear him say “maybe next time” I was tired of hearing that. I had worked so hard and I just wanted a chance to audition. To be able to audition for honor band would be great, just a chance, and if I didn’t make it, there was always next year, I just wanted to try.

Having the ability to foresee the future is having a visionary outlook. In the book “Medal of Honor, A Vietnam Warriors Story” by MSgt Roy Benavidez and John R. Craig. Master Sergeant Benavidez was a visionary leader in his career as an Army airborne ranger because he embodied idealized influence and to emergent leadership further his military career.

1. It is with great pleasure that I recommend Sergeant Aedo, Jorge to the position of full-time Honor Guard Sergeant in the NJARNG. He has proven that he has the potential and the requisite skills to be successful in this position, no matter how difficult the task or assignment.

O’Brien’s “Spin”, O’Brien shows the reader the good times of war. He starts off with “The war wasn’t all terror and violence.” (31) He talks about some funny stories shared within the platoon, how the men acted as a family of sorts, working together to survive. Some stories might also have a darker side or meaning to them, but he shines the light on the brighter moments in this chapter. He talks about the death of Curt Lemon, but makes it sound almost angelic the way he died, putting a spin to the story. He gives us a glimpse of how some of the soldiers acted, such as Ted Lavender being “mellow” while he was on his tranquilizers. O’Brien describes war as a “ping-pong ball. You could put a fancy

In the twenty years following the Vietnam War, Tim O’Brien failed to share any stories from his experiences in Vietnam. Finally he decided to write a book that he titled, The Things They Carried, in 1990 where he details all of the struggles he experienced after being drafted into the Vietnam War. In chapter twelve, “The Man I Killed,” O’Brien details Tim’s uncertainty after killing his first Viet Cong soldier. As the soldier lay on the ground physically destroyed by a grenade that once resided in Tim’s hand, Tim could not look away from him. He felt that this soldier could have been his friend if it was not for the war, for which the reasons were ambiguous. As he knelt beside the body, he mentally eulogized the man for his life accomplishments. Even though Tim had never met this man prior to that moment, he was able to take his own life experiences and project them into the life of the deceased. Tim says of the man, “He imagined covering his head and lying in a deep hole and closing his eyes and not moving until the war was over. He had no stomach for violence. He loved mathematics” (“Killed” 801) which paralleled Tim’s feelings after being drafted into the war. O’Brien did not understand the political reasons that the United States had entered the Vietnam War, and he did not want to come home in a body bag from a war that he did not believe in. In chapter four, “On the Rainy River,” of his novel he shares this ambiguity by writing, “certain blood was being shed for

Passing the Jefferson Memorial he headed over the Potomac River and on to the Pentagon. The front gate of the parking lot offered the usual credential check and let him on through. Closing in on five is this place was starting to buzz with activity. This was normal shift time for the military in a facility that never closed. Again he found his reserved parking space near the front it even had his name on a sign Reserved Gen. Hunter. He wondered whose name would be on it tomorrow, people and officers are always falling in and out of favor. His replacement would be up to General Armstrong he had made his recommendations to him but that didn't mean much. The Military was politics and vice versa. The General was a good man and valued his advice

Regimental Awards Program recognize Officers, Non-commissioned Officer, Soldiers and Civilians for excellence, within the Engineer Regiment, while emphasizing the military engineer history, customs and the traditions of the Corp. Several of the awards are named after significant figures with the Engineer Regiment, the De Fluery, the Itschner, the Van Autreve, and the Sturgis. The others, are specifically named after the category of the recognized, platoon leader, chief warrant, or civilian. All Regimental awards are considered supplemental awards, the meaning they are not part of the Official Army Awards system.

The sniper then cried over his brother's dead body and took his dog tag.While this was happening the rest of the snipers allies came to the aid of him to help with his wound, not knowing he was crying, because of the death of his brother. They took the sniper back to their base and there his wound was treated. Later, since they won that battle they had a celebration. The sniper was still sad, because he killed his brother, but he still celebrated with the rest of the soldiers. No one notice that the sniper was sad except his best friend.

The footsteps echoed all over the police station as he looked around it for the last time. With the supply bag on his right shoulder, he checked every room from valuable stuff. The chief's office was empty with papers all over the ground and one of the file cabinets was on the ground. Owen looked at it to relieve the memories of his chief and the things that he has done from everyone. The remaining officer didn't know what happened to the chief, but he hoped that he either died peacefully or got away with the military. Soon enough, he left the office and check the other rooms. They were also messy as the place was cleared out by both the military and the group that Owen was apart of.

For most people, the slap on the face that turns their life around is figurative. Mine was literal.

Samantha once thought she could take anything life could throw at her. Terrible jobs and worse men, it could all be taken in stride. But a tragic event leaves her beside herself and she wonders if she can ever really love again. When a stranger barges into her life, life might be throwing her a curve ball.

This morning’s cardio was difficult, but the team seemed to get through it pretty well. After morning stretches and cardio, Rashaud told us what our groups are. Our guard has two people in the beginner group, one in the intermediate group, and five in the advanced group. That is definitely a major improvement from last year that has made me very proud of our