Soldier Narrative

The next day they send sent me out the battlefield to look for the enemy's hideout. Guns, bombs can be seen everywhere. I can't believe this is really happening. My hands, knees, every inch of my body is trembling. After a long day of search, we have no luck finding it. We finished eating dinner and ready to sleep. Volunteers can't stay at night in the field because we're inexperienced. I reach my bunk bed and saw an envelope. I opened it up and it was a letter from Jackson. It says that my family got attacked and they had found one body of a woman and a body of a kid identifying as my mother and my sister. I questioned myself if it was really a good idea leaving them. I am frustrated at Jackson where was he when they got attack he didn't do anything to help them, but I shouldn’t blame him it’s all my fault. They're gone everyone's gone, now I have more reason why we should win, I don't care if I survive or not. I have no one to return to. I crumble the paper and shove it in my bag, and slept. We continued searching here and there, but nothing ever comes. For about a week now one of my comrades got a clue where they’re might be hiding. The army formed a surprise attack. Tomorrow we're gonna launch the

It was 115 degrees; the platoon was walking through the middle of the desert each of them with 40 pounds of gear on and an M16A2 rifle. It was summer time in the country of Afghanistan and the temperature was rising. At this point I asked myself what the hell I am doing here and why did I join the United States Army? Right when I was thinking that I felt a tug on my leg and there stood a young boy about 7 years old with only one arm, “Candy,Candy” he asked. Upon speaking with the local villagers we found out that his arm was taken from an improvised explosive device (IED) planted

The long 172 days had finally passed, and the day I had been waiting for, for months, had finally come. We were in Chicago for my One Direction concert, the day couldn’t have come faster. The agonizingly slow hours that passed that day was too much to bear. Before arriving at Soldier Field, I was highly anticipating meeting one of my closest friends, Jessica, for the first time. It’s actually rather incredible to me, we first were introduced on social media, we didn’t know each other at all, all we knew was that we both loved the same band, and we were both going to the same concert. Prior to meeting for the first time, we were restricted to Skyping each other almost every other day and texting every day.

The air was cold and crisp as I lay perched on a hill on a farm. Silence was the only company I had as I waited patiently for the task force team to arrive. We were assaulting a small French village  a few miles west  of Paris , I required to gather and retrieve intel as reports have claimed that the Germans were using this town as a supply depot. I was then contacted via pigeon claiming that the task force would not arriving and that I had to report back to command. As I was doing one more sweep of the area I saw general Kaiser enter one of the buildings. I convinced myself to go in and take out the General as he was the main man in supplying the enemy troops and without him the Germans would be held back on production and supply for weeks

Cornered, Terrified, and feeling the despair of the situation creeping in, I was numb. Staring at Drew and trying to grasp the situation, a flash of rage overpowers my anguish as I suddenly have a flashback of Drew welcoming me into the squad with open arms. The warmth of that time would be heaven compared to this agonizing heat and sand blasting into my face. Now though, here he is in my arms, with his pulse slowly fading. I get snapped out of it by gunshots followed by hoarse screams. We were being subdued, I had to think fast. My heart was racing out of my chest, wanting to escape this hell but my eyes scanned the situation. For a split second, everything seemed to be in slow motion and I sensed danger and instinctively ducked. Something grazed my hair, I look up to see a bullet zoom on by. With nowhere to run and location found out, I had to plant my feet and fight.

The United States Army defines leadership as the process of influencing people by providing purpose, direction, and motivation to accomplish the mission and improve the organization (ADP 6-22). The Non Commissioned Officer Corps has a rich history in leading troops. Their Slogan is “Back Bone of The Army”. I took this to heart when I was sworn into the NCO corps. The Warrant Officer Cohort is known for their technical and tactical ability and being subject matter experts (SME) in their field. This post will discuss the differences between the NCO and the Warrant Officer.

The day started as another usual on Forward Operating Base (FOB) Zangabad. I had woken up to ensure that my men had all of their sensitive items on them and report to my Squad Leader that they did. On that day we were heading out to T.I. 2, a desolate array of Hesco barriers set up as an Afghan Uniformed Police (AUP) Checkpoint. It was our Company’s responsibility to partner with the AUP down there to help protect T.I. 2 so that they can conduct their own patrols. It was located roughly a thousand meters south of Fob Zangabad, and about five hundred meters east of the town of Gerandi. Gerandi was the stronghold of the Taliban in that area, so T.I. 2 was key to disrupting their operations in the surrounding area. So it was vital that we helped secure it for the AUP and watch the any activity coming out of the town from our guard towers and RAID camera.

It was a dark and cold night during the middle of the war. I set up my sniper to get ready for the next battle. We got here early to get the upper hand on our opponents. We have to win this war. I went to the nearest rooftop that looked like it provided good coverage. I loaded my gun and did the one thing i could, I waited.

You wake up to the feeling of water dripping onto your cheek and your head throbbing mercilessly. There is a damp, musty smell in the air. You glance at the few other people lying asleep on the concrete floor below you. Staring through the bars of the cell window, you can make out just a bit of the gallows. Even though the darkness of the evening has not quite yet given into the coming dawn, the site of the hanging post instantly serves as a reminder of the reason you are here in the first place. You are a colonial soldier that was captured - along with a few of your fellow soldiers - during a foiled sneak attack on the British Army. You have been captured by the British and are sentenced to execution and you must escape from the cell before

I can hear guns pelting, bullets scything, choppers circling and the loud explosion of Torpex; a pitch no instrument could produce. This is my duty; my sacred struggle. I reach for my rifle, there are many like it but this one is mine, my rifle is my best friend, it is my life. I must master it, as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle I am useless. I must fire my rifle true, I must shoot straighter then my enemy who is trying to kill me, I must shoot him before he shoots me, I will. Before

The past few weeks have been full of surprises! It turns out I had malaria. I couldn't walk a single step, and I would gag at the smell of food. I was kept at a rich family's plantation named the Jackmans. They had plenty of slaves and the father of the family was a rebel. One day he came over and spoke to me about how the Confederate soldiers were going to get repeating rifles. They were just like Lieutenants Orff’s gun! If the rebels were to get these dangerous guns the war would last at least another five years! I was surprised at how the Jackmans treated their slaves. They were so nice to them that I felt bad for taking them away as a Union soldier. Heifer then came to the Jackmans to pick me up to go back to camp. While I was at camp, I had the

In order to progress in this analysis, I decided to interview an individual who has remained next to me throughout my entire life; someone who ardently encouraged me through periods of excel and stagnation. There was, in reality, only one person who I strived to speak to: my mother. Before commencing this discussion, I anticipated numerous astounding facts about her; my mother rarely talked about her years in Vietnam - presumably due to the Vietnam War and its chaotic nature. Therefore, late Friday when twilight was approaching, I interviewed my mother and received some peculiar information, which disclosed fragments of her life. It became apparent that my mother strived to become a schoolteacher or an architect; however, due to the war, she could not continue

I take off my hazmat suit and walk the gravel road leading to my house. I crawl under a fallen tree into a ditch. It is the 10 o’clock gathering shift. If they find me i’ll be sent to the ongoing war with South America. I hear footsteps growing load so I stay still. until they stop right above me. “Spread out! We’re low on recruits,” One says. He might be the sergeant. Three sets of footsteps hed in different directions. I crawl out slowly until hands grab my legs and pull me out. “I got one!” The man screams. I take a jar from my pocket and throw it at my leg. My pants glow yellow. The man's hands have separated from his body. He falls back. Frantically he calls for

It was time for war. I’m peter and my friends and me are fighting with an army. My friends: Jake, Mack , Luke, Matt, Brian, and Dan. We marched down to the battlefield which took place in Texas. Fog was all over then a shot was fired. It wasn’t us that fired a shot. Then Are leader Larry got shot. I then said no!. Peter it’s okay he will live said Luke. Okay i said. Then A Dog came up and bit mack. They had released a bunch of dogs. They were biting people on my team. Mack was dead. I shot a dog in the eye. The dog died and his eyeball was on the ground. I picked it up with my cold glove and put it in my pocket on my shirt. Then I shot an enemy. We saw a mountain that had sniping bases. We now head up to go to the sniping bases. Then a bunch of

After having a great understanding on the Israeli/Palestinian conflict and learning about the psychology of war, I can proudly say I’m a liberal. This foundation was first planted in me after reading the Melian Dialogue. In fact, I knew I was a liberal the moment I read this: “If we are on friendly terms with you, our subjects would regard that as a sign of weakness in us, whereas your hatred is evidence of our power. Those who preserve their independence do so because they are strong, and that if we fail to attack them it is because we are afraid” (Thucydides 2). To a realists this would make sense, but to a liberal it’s baffling. It makes no sense to even think of International Law in that aspect, and the absence of cooperation is prolonging