The Roaring Laughter

“We had no idea when you would be arriving, runners have been sent to inform the Generals.”

“Captain I need for you to round-up your men as quietly as you can and load up and get the hell out of here.” Captain Luxon stood there staring at Captain O’Hara for a moment speechless, then turned and headed off to his First Sergeant. “Corpsman did the doctor say anything else?” asked Captain O’Hara.

I had been running late all morning. At home I had had a difficult time tearing myself away from my iPod’s updates about the next day’s presidential inauguration. Then, after I had driven to campus from my home near Stony Brook, I had to take care of lots of tedious paperwork-in-the-English-Department sort of chores and I had not allotted sufficient time for the usual first day of the semester backlog at the

I loaded the shotgun walking out of the armory to the elevator. I pushed the button to go down to the hanger. I looked around the ships were ready to go, people rushing around. George was walking out of a door of a krate holding his assault rifle in one hand. That's my ride I thought jogging up to the landed krate. “Hey yo,” I said loudly when I got up to

“Ah you’re finally back” he was greeted by two friendly faces John and Kyle, they were a few years both older and more experienced than him. “You took your time down there. Get scared or something?" Andrew was the newest guard squad here as he had just come of age to join them, never having done anything like this before as he had only been on the job for around two weeks. Before this, he was working as a waiter at the local bar lounge area. His friends found it amusing to tease him about not being as good or as fast as the others yet.

“I hadn’t considered that, but I don’t know that I have the authority to order the Marines to escort me to Fredericks.”

Would you feel comfortable taking your car in for repair by a bicycle mechanic? As senior enlisted advisors, we have the responsibility to ensure we adequately train and equip our Sailors for the 21st century. This essay will cover the background information and problem with antiquated naval technical training. It will also discuss the issues surrounding the problem, and its impact on the U.S. Navy Sailors. Finally, it will conclude with a recommended course of action.

“I don’t know ma’am we’re infantry officers, if you want to know how to attack and hold ground we’re your guys. If you want to know how the Medical Corps can help you, well …. You’re going to have to ask them.”

“Salazar volunteer to approach and I will be her protector.” Dominic leans back in his seat with his arms crossed across his chest. Eddie dimly stares at

Was the shaky start to the ship’s maiden voyage an indication of what the passengers and crew should have expected in the days ahead? Arguably, it was. In fact, it was.

Despite his negative demeanor towards mornings, physical activity, and especially school, Winter found it in his heart to indolently slump out of bed at around ten am, brush his teeth, and actually attempt to go to school. He threw on a pair of Doc Marten’s that looked so beat up and ancient they could pass as a family heirloom, along with slipping on his favorite blue pullover hoodie he thrifted years before and a pair of black skinny jeans to really ‘pop’ that inner ‘I don’t care’ look. He messed with this tangly blond hair until finding a position that was suitable for others to see, he picked at any blemished across his freckled face, he slid his hand throw an unpacked box of toiletries until finding his desired deodorant and applying, Yeah, he would

“Man your stations, soldiers!” He shouts as he hands rope to Eurylochus and Perimedes, two of his most trusted crewmates. “I will be tied to this mast, and I don't want any

Without another word, Chief called for his burliest horde, I being a part of it, and headed towards the shoreline where the arrival of the foreigners was expected. We knelt down behind a multitude of shrubs and watched the men dock, what they called, their ship. Men spilled out of the ship in vast quantities, but not vast enough to outnumber us, they were of tall stature and their skin was as pale as the petals on a magnolia flower. Their coats were a shoddy imitation of the color red and they carried a weapon on their right side, a weapon I was not aware of existed. Ordinarily, I would have not been intimidated, but these men parade themselves in weaponry that was much more advanced then what we own. If war was going to be called for, may the gods be on our

It was the beginning of fall in Boston. My heart was full of excitement and relief. I had just transferred to a boarding school from a barbarous military school in south Texas. I had never been to New England; therefore, I was thrilled for a new adventure. The day before are first school day, Cushing Academy (my boarding school) had a parade for incoming students. I had made a few friends from football the week before during “pre-season”, so we all went to the parade that day.

He watched the clock slowly makes its way around in a circle. After a aggravating hour of waiting, his name was finally called. Tom reported to the front where he was given a paper to sign and information. On the paper read, “Enlistment”. Tom signed it and went into the group he was assigned to.