Training Camp Narrative

It was the hottest day of the year! The 2015 Minco Football Team went on their 1st annual Survival Trip and had a near death experience. The whole team got lost at Mt. Scott on the month of June. Some team members got sick and even injured, but the good thing was we all survived.

I turned to James who was the man who helped me survive this treacherous place as he was a server whenever we had food. We stood there looking at each other until the soldiers told us to move. We marched with guns pointed at our backs you could hear the buzz of the electric fences that stopped us from escaping this perilous place that I have known as home for such a long time. BANG. The sound of a gunshot made my ears ring. I couldn't tell what happened until we were told to continue and I stood over the body of a man who tried to escape reality.

It all started three years ago when i was a freshman. One day my friends and I decided we want to join a sport to have an after school activity but since we weren’t on the athletic side we wanted to join something where you don’t have to run too much. Through school analcments we found out that our school has an girls bowling team and you don’t need any prior experience to join, so we went to an informational meeting and the coaches seemed really nice and so did the girls. Two weeks later on monday came the tryouts, we went to see how it is and it was hard. The main struggle was to get the ball stay on the layne and not go into the gutter. I personally couldn't get it to stay on the layne and wanted to quit it because I was so frustrated

I can still feel fresh, warm blood oozing from the gapping wound. I feel lightheaded. How did I miss the fight? I had gathered to troops, I had rallied them together against the Steedes. How did I fail them in their hour of most need? Ricardica sat beside me and I melt into his arms and cry. I cry for my brother and my son, I cry for all of my friends and loved ones killed or wounded because of me. I cry for deserting them. I cry for the spirits to come and make it all go away. As I lay here wailing into my husband, he strokes my head and keeps telling me everything is going to be all right. He kisses my head and helps me up and I realize how weak I have become due to the loss of blood. Ricardica picks my up and carries my a half a mile back to the camp we had set up before the battle. There our medicine man applies herbs and ointments to my wounds. As I am being tended to one of the leaders appears out of one of the nearby

I can still feel fresh, warm blood oozing from the gapping wound. I feel lightheaded. How did I miss the fight? I had gathered to troops, I had rallied them together against the Steedes. How did I fail them in their hour of most need? Ricardica sat beside me and I melt into his arms and cry. I cry for my brother and my son, I cry for all of my friends and loved ones killed or wounded because of me. I cry for deserting them. I cry for the spirits to come and make it all go away. As I lay here wailing into my husband, he strokes my head and keeps telling me everything is going to be all right. He kisses my head and helps me up and I realize how weak I have become due to the loss of blood. Ricardica picks my up and carries my a half a mile back to the camp we had set up before the battle. There our medicine man applies herbs and ointments to my wounds. As I am being tended to one of the leaders appears out of one of the nearby

There was a boy named Carlos. Carlos got every thing he wanted, because his parents were rich. His parents were snobby and were show-offs too. Every morning of the summer he went out to his back yard and threw the ball around on his football field in his backyard. Carlos always loves walk out to the fresh smelling green football field. He would do his morning routine. When he woke up he would get ready for the day he would put on his athletic clothes. When he went out he would take the monster truck tire and pull it down and back, down and back, for a total of 1,000 yards. Carlos could always taste his sweat drip into his mouth after the workout. After that he would take a bag of footballs and set one on each 10 yard line until the other side in the endzone. He would throw each football into his field goal post and did that with every football. If he didn’t get every football into the endzone, Carlos would get beat by his father, a multi-million dollar

“Touchdown Kaepernick!” yells Phil Simms commentating the football game. It was Sunday , September 7th, the smell of pizza danced in the air as I stared intently at the television with a sense of gloom. “That should wrap up Week 1, 49’ers 28, Cowboys 17, here in Arlington, Texas.“ I knew what this would entail, every single person that hated the Cowboys would begin ranting at us for yet another year.

First off, our performance, I was so scared, but right before we started playing I looked around praying my worries would go away, and I met someone’s eyes feeling reassurance flood over me when I realized this was my home, because

This summer I will be a CIT (counselor in training) at Camp Cherry Valley that is located on the island of Catalina, right off the coast of Southern California. It's a really nice camp with an incredible staff, and this was one of the first things that I noticed last summer when I got off the boat that takes you from the mainland to the island. The week that I spent at the camp with my troop was as a senior patrol leader. As soon as I got back from camp I knew that I wanted to be part of the same staff as last year. The first step I needed to do to go to Camp Cherry Valley was to submit an application online write about why I believed that I qualified and was capable of doing the job. When they received my application and saw that I had already

I walked into the band room after the bell rang, The flutes always went before us so I had half an hour to calm my nerves, I went into the back room to practice. The time came for woodwinds to play, I was a wreck, my palms were sweaty, my heart

We had practiced every day from sunrise till sunset almost relentlessly. We wrapped up the week with a concert to perform our pieces that we had so strenuously prepared. The men’s chorus was to perform after the women and then the concert would be wrapped up by the mixed choir. After the women’s choir was done, my fellow men’s choir members and I entered onto the stage tensions higher than ever. Once we were all in our positions Dr. Johnson stepped onto the conducting platform and raised his hands to give us the cue. Just as we were all preparing ourselves he looked up and in a big southern grin mouthed the words “you guys got this, have fun”. I almost laughed out loud it was so out of character. Instantly my high nerves were gone and I was totally immersed in my surroundings. In that split second before Dr. Johnson threw his hands down I saw it. We were all here for one purpose. We were all here to better ourselves. All the pieces slid into place. We were like a beautiful mosaic, every piece connected, everybody was important. Than with a flourish of passion Dr. Johnson’s hands came down like a lightning bolt. The choir answered back with a roaring of thunder that made my hair stand up on the back of my neck. I could feel it. That feeling of overwhelming accomplishment rush through me and we were not even finished with the first phrase. Throughout the performance as we slid back and forth between raw intensity and soft serenity I started to sweat. The sweat overwhelmed me to the point that it was dripping off of my chin into my sheet of music blurring the notes and markings on the page. The sweat was not from me being nervous, but was from how hard I was pushing myself. It seems weird that standing in one place could make me sweat that much, but I think I hit the point in which the saying “push yourself to the limit” was actually

March 2006, I made the best decision in my life, and that was to join the U.S. Navy. I left for the boot camp two months later. I have no idea what is going to be in stores for me when I hit boot camp. What I can tell was that my hands felt clammy and I was very nervous and anxious at the same time. I knew the moment that I arrive to Great Lakes, Illinois, and my life would change forever. I knew physically that I would change but how about mentally?

I lost everything, my home and family. I lost friends and colleagues, if any survived I never found out, I was forced to evacuate after sustaining injuries, I lost contact with everyone.” His voice shook as he spoke, “Today’s the first time I’ve gathered enough courage to share this.”

I could feel the warmth from the sun hugging my skin, I took a sip of my cold drink as the ice touched my lips. My feet were deep in the sand as i heard the waves crash on the beach. I realized that this was the first time that i had been alone with peace and quietness. We were scheduled to move out in two days. I never thought that the war would be so vicious and painful. Back in New York all they said was that you would be back in two months crowned a hero. This was my second year deployed, my platoon was deep into Vietcong territory. We had fought through jungles, rice paddies and quicksand. Most of us hated everything about this god forsaken country. Before two years ago I had never heard of Vietnam, most of us wouldn't have been able to

Day two and forward we woke up at 4 am with yelling and screaming that we had 15 minutes to shower, shave and get in line for physical training and breakfast. Everything was 15 to 20 minutes including eating; you learn to eat real quickly. Training was tough but as the weeks went on it got easier. Then around week 4 we had to swim, I was never a strong swimmer so I was nervous but I made it through. Around week five it seemed they got a little easier and then explained that the toughness was to help us rely on each other and build the necessary teamwork within us all.