Prologue
Jake Smith- 1100 Hours, August 7th, 2025 / Unknown U.S Military Hideout, Kabul, Afghanistan
It had been two years since I unlisted in the military; after seeing 9/11 as a little boy back in New York, I felt obligated that I had to put these terrorist scums to rest. I was born and raised in a patriotic household; so that gave me a sense of encouragement to fight for the country I love. It had been almost a complete year since I saw my family last; which was exchanging gifts at Christmas. I just had to think to myself that I was here; fighting because of and for them and other American like them.
"Hey, Smith; quite muttering to yourself and get some sleep while you can. We got drill first thing in the morning before being the
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He got to me and looked at me with those dark, serious eyes. They scanned me from head to toe; and then he backed up and barked "Okay marines, it is time for the drill. Follow me in single order!" He led us to an obstacle course he and the other higher ranking officers had set up the night before. It consisted of the standard tire jumping, some pull-up bars, as well as ropes, and more. Doing all these drills in the sand was difficult and he had been ramping up the difficulty of each drill slightly the past few weeks; putting us to the test to make sure we were one-hundred percent ready for combat before sending us out. Matthews gave us a quick run through of what he expected of us to do. We each had to do this eventually while he timed us. We had to get better than ten minutes to do the entire circuit to get his praise. If we didn 't we 'd be barked at and forced to do the tent 's laundry for the week.
First up was Wolaski; he was one of these fit ready for combat marines and you could see that when he flew through the circuit in six minutes sharp. By the end of it he was pretty out of breath so I knew when it would come to me that I 'd be in worse shape. I was a decent build and I did decent on circuits prior to this one so I knew I had to impress. That way I could move on to combat training and then to the actual battle itself. As I made my way to the start I could feel time to slow down a little and hear the sound
Without a doubt the single most influential experience in my life has been graduating from Marine Corps boot camp at MCRD San Diego. They say less than one percent of United States Citizens serve in the military and a small fraction of them serve as United States Marines. I take great pride in the fact that standing on those famous yellow footprints separates me from more than 99% of people I will meet. Some people claim boot camp was easy for them, that they didn’t struggle or second guess themselves; unfortunately I am not one of those people. I greatly struggled, not physically as that was easy but mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Initially I wasn’t sure if I had made the right decision in enlisting right out of high school. But then
“Alright everyone pack out and gear up” Thompson ordered. All 20 of us stood up and walked to the armory. When we got to the armory where Garcia, Marshall, and Lucky were gearing up as well.” Where the heck were you at during the briefing.” Tank shouted sounding annoyed.
Ready Player One hits some of the same situations as in the holocaust or for the book that we read “Night” like taking people spread out over a good area and combining them into a small dense area. They both also touch on the topic of how when someone is killed or something is blown up now one raises an eyebrow or if they do no one does anything about it.
The novel “Night” is a vivid representation of a man’s loss of faith from the beginning to the end of the catastrophic era in which this book takes place. As a young boy Elie’s inquisitive mind directed him to the synagogue where he would study the Kabbalah’s revelations and mysteries. Here is where “Moishe the beadle,” a friend to Elie, would sit with him in the synagogue and they would talk for hours about the intriguing secrets of Jewish mysticism. One important piece of advice that Moishe told Elie was, “There are a thousand and one gates allowing entry into the orchard of the mystical truth.” This simply meant he would need to pursue these answers on his own. However, Elie believed Moishe would help him bind his questions and answers as well, into one. These meetings were interrupted when Moishe was extracted from the Sighet where he experienced malice.
This is the kind of charisma every soldier should have.(100) O’brien lived day by day generally soldiers mark their calendars and start journals just to make it it past the days. (70) If it weren't for any of those sergeants then they wouldn't be the men they are, Drill Sergeant Blyton would tease and humiliate his soldiers, but discipline is part of the training. Even though they would refer to the sergeant as evil, he makes them a better person.(41) Colonel Daud would do the same thing he would fly in the helicopter and dumped gas grenades on the LZ, this was in order to test the reaction times,as well as making sure that their gas masks work It is important to not be a coward and to keep moving forward, O’Brien stated that a coward could die a thousand times, but one could only be a brave man
The two forces headed into Norfolk, right through town, one heading north and the other east; it was quite a sight for the civilians that had seen so much. Never in their wildest dreams did they expect to see thousands of Marines heading off to battle in their own country. The Marines sang cadence as they marched through town and the suburbs. People lined the streets to see the spectacle because never had they been more proud; it sent shivers up their spines. The force heading north would encounter town after town and finally cut through Washington DC itself. Once they entered town they at first would be escorted through by the 3rd Infantry Regiment, then half way through they would be handed off to the 82nd Airborne. Not one Marine thought it was necessary that they needed Army escorts.
Though serving in a highly disciplined, well trained, and well equipped force, I faced mental and physical adversity, a numerically superior enemy, and a dynamic battlefield. I served with fellow Noncommissioned Officers and leaders with vast tactical combat experience, but we were operating in highly restrictive terrain behind enemy lines. As we worked to create breathing room for the Battle Space Owner and defeat the insurgents on their own turf, we took several casualties and would be tested in our ability to remain equally dynamic to the battlefield, bring every asset to bare to accomplish the mission, and adapt our common tactics in order to survive.
The two forces headed into Norfolk, right through town, one heading north and the other east, it was quite a sight for the civilians that had seen so much. Never in their wildest dreams did they expect to see thousands of Marines heading off to battle in their own country, it was all surreal. The Marines sang cadence as they marched through town and the suburb’s, people lined the streets to see the spectacle, never had they been more proud, it sent shivers up their spines. The force heading north would encounter town after town and finally cut through Washington DC itself. Once the entered town they at first would be escorted through by the 3rd Infantry Regiment, half way through they would be handed off to the 82nd Airborne. Not one Marine thought it was necessary that they needed Army escorts.
I went Into Elie Wiesel 's Night having read the book in various stages in my life. It seems to follow me through my schooling years. In junior high I read it in standard English class, just like any other book I would have read that year. In high school I read it for a project I was creating on World War II, looking at it from a more historical approach. Being a firsthand account of concentration camps made it a reliable source of historical information. But during previous times when I was reading, I never thought to take a look at it from a theological point of view. Doing so this time really opened my eyes to things and themes I hadn 't noticed during previous readings.
On Friday, May 10, 1861, Johann Voss drills with the rest of his 2nd Regiment on the grounds of the Marine Hospital. This is their usual practice in the morning. They drill for two hours under the watchful eye of their commander, a five-year veteran of the Austrian army, Colonel Henry Boernstein. (L174) (L175) (L272)
I sat down with a former Grunt Sergeant, Jake Stone, on a calm, sunny, Saturday November morning, to ask about his experience in the Marine Corps. Mr. Stone is a rather frail looking man in a wheelchair that you can tell used to be a powerful man despite his age which is approaching late seventies. I learned a lot from him. For example, Mr. Stone was a training officer during the Vietnam War. He was stationed in California teaching hand to hand combat, bayonets, pistols, rifles, hand grenades, flamethrowers, just a wide assortment of deadly weapons. He led ninety men in a strike team that was prepared to be deployed at any time. They were to be ready to pack up and leave in an hour.
Almost immediately, the program began churning out success stories. This new type of warfare was utterly foreign to many Marines. Lying and waiting on a near invisible enemy to appear and subsequently pulling the trigger only once as opposed to large-scale firefights was counterintuitive during this time period. Nevertheless, the Marine Corps managed to find marksmen who also possessed qualities such as patience, unwavering nerves, and a great deal of confidence. Due to the dire need for snipers at this point in the war, enlisted men spent only three weeks in Land’s sniper training program. Despite the haste in which these men were trained, the 17 original snipers in the 1st Brigade rack up more enemy kills than any other Corps combat battalion in their first three months in the field.
I knew the only chance I had to get them ready to deploy was to come in hard, which is easy to do when you’re coming from being a Ranger Instructor at 4th Ranger Training Brigade. I was hungry for my new challenge and ready for anything that came my way. I was able to whip my Platoon into shape and give them the classes they needed for the upcoming deployment to Afghanistan.
Ricendithas stood after this meeting was adjourned, disinterestedly looking around the room as he then followed Stella out into the main room. He hadn 't missed Soyeon giving him the stink eye; if anything, it only brightened his mood that he 'd managed to ruffle her feathers so nicely. And while they were going down the stairs, Ric just looked about while ignoring her little tryst about not touching anything. "Do I look like some common thief?" he muttered, his visible green eye shooting downstairs as he heard the argument. One that made his bemused smirk turn into a grin that make the Cheshire Cat jealous.
The poem “Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost discusses the ideas of physical and emotional isolation. The first stanza suggests that the narrator is not only alone and shrouded in darkness, but also isolated and walking in the rain. The narrator illustrates literal physical and emotional isolation as he or she passes “by the watchman on his beat,” and drops his or her eyes, thus avoiding all contact with the watchman (Frost 5). This explains the narrator does not want to come in contact with anyone. The speaker heads out at night because “nighttime is a period of feeling total isolation” (Monahan).