What The Hell Was That Michelle?

This is the part of the hero’s journey in which the hero, Michelle, must face tests, her greatest battles, and find something to help her survive. Firstly, Michelle finds herself facing trials that show how she is developing in the new world. One is shown as she smacks Howard over the face with a glass bottle and attempts to escape, but realizes the outside world is actually contaminated. Also, another is seen as she is told to climb through the air vents and fix the air cleanser. She uses the skills attained from these tests to better her in the future as well. After being panicked and alarmed by the news of a destroyed word and the trials she must endure, Emmett becomes a force of atonement to Michelle. He is able to become her friend and settle here down in her times of distress. Eventually, Michelle and Emmett realize they must escape or they will have no hope of surviving with Howard so they begin to create their air suit so they may survive in the outside world. This is their ultimate boon for they cannot proceed without it. Later, after Howard kills Emmett and is distinctively shown to want to have a form of parental control over Michelle with his psychopathic antics, she quickly decides it is time to leave. This is where Michelle faces her greatest battles. First she is put up against Howard. She is originally able to push the tub of chemicals that was used to dispose of Emmett’s body on

Not long before the scheduled deployment, her commanding officer, brash and abrupt, states that he has absolutely zero faith in her and in fact has full confidence in her failure. As a result of a relevant incident in which a company had been ambushed in Iraq, where insurgents took soldiers hostage and killed several, the commanding officer has lost all confidence in Halstead’s ability to lead in combat. Halstead, appalled and completely discouraged by her superiors’ comments, stood confused about what it now

Additionally, while a mission may present additional risk, that risk also presents an opportunity to close with and destroy the enemy, so as long as that risk is not egregious, the mission is easily justifiable. Based on this logical analysis and the fact that any mission, action, or even presence in the theater of war presents some inherent risk, the mission central to the film is justified. This abstract analysis is sufficient for an operational level argument, but CPT Miller – and the audience – faces the question on a tactical

“Again, I’m sorry, we aren’t equipped to take on an Armada of ships nor hundreds or even thousands of Soldiers. We’re going home.” Lt. Colonel House told him. “Now it’s time for us to get going, Gupta you can either stay or go, up to you, but we’re leaving in fifteen minutes.”

It was a quiet week in the Sadr City and the surrounding area. And we were gearing up to support another Red hat and Orange hat operation (Special Ops Teams) but this time the Seals were also included in this operation. The operation was to secure and capture a building with Four High-Value Targets (HVI’s) from Iran to include a high ranking officer out of the Jaish Mahdi Army (JAM) that were supposedly having a meeting. We were given four hours of prep time after Warning ORDER was given to the platoon. The Company has been waiting for this mission for about two weeks now. This time I was a Bradley Commander in the Platoon and we did not have much to get ready because we have our equipment and Bradley’s always ready and prepared for this mission or any mission within a short notice. This made things so much easier for me to concentrate for all things to have ready for the mission. This would give me the chance to cross talk with the Teams we were going to support, this would include call signs, radio freqs, CCP’s and exfill routes among other intelligence they could share with us. In the past three months the JAM had been avoiding the fighting, and we knew that the JAM would have their backs to the wall and would fight if they had to fight it out.

I looked down at the soldiers in battle. They were taking a long time down there. Maybe we’re winning and that’s why it’s taking so long for my time to jump. Either that, or I’m not paying attention and other soldiers have already moved in front of me and jumped. It may be possible to back out now, but if I do I would be known as the soldier who wasn’t brave enough. I would have to live with all the guilt and regret. It’s not like I was living without the guilt before. If I wanted to go back, I would have decided a long time ago.

I raise my arms above my head, waving them back and forth as trying to get the students attention. She looks confused, almost wondering why I’m trying to alert her, even with Daniel being in clear sight. My arms’ direction changes from a waving motion to a shooing type motion. Realizing Daniel has clearly seen what I’m trying to do, he alters his focus from the classroom, to the door. I finally rid of the imaginary super glue holding me down to the floor and hurl myself on top of Daniel. As my body flings forward, the door opens. The unfamiliar female comes in and pulls out a weapon out the back of her pants. By this point I’m atop of Daniel. Being the same height and weight, he manages to throw me off of his back. I quick feel the butt of his pistol make hard contact with my skull, knocking me down the ground. My eyesight beginning to haze. I vaguely see three students still alive, petrified. Needing to fulfill my moral duties of saving them, I turn my body around. My face being greeted by an uncomfortably close Daniel and unspecified girl. He’s crouched down, looking straight at me while he appears upside down from my perspective. I watch a blurred and hazed Daniel pull

You see, it's not the battle: it’s the directive; the goal is to, “Soldier Up,” and seek out those who are lost. For as any good soldier knows, no man gets left behind. We are all brothers and sisters in Christ.

The sound of the instructor’s quick clap sent everyone rushing to the barre. When Becca glanced in the mirrored wall for a quick bun check, she found herself face to face with Cassandra.

It was the hardest duty I had ever been ordered to execute. I couldn’t wait to get back in-country. I still had a score to settle. Before leaving, she slipped a letter into my pocket. I didn’t open it then and there. I just wanted to get on the plane.”

Writing about things I was use to, but this was going to be different. I needed something more the just opinions I needed the actual feeling of it. Yeah I know it’s going to be stupid, but it’s the only way. Although i’m a reported I still have limited access, but luckily as a reporter you have contacts. I called up an old friend of mine and asked if he could give me access close to the frontlines. Sure enough he did. The next day I went to an hideout just 10 miles away from the real fight. I wasn’t the only one here. Wounded soldiers laid on beds as the medical team helped them. I talked to those who were awake and able to talk. It was all the same you win some you lose some basically. After a few days of staying with them I decided to do something different and 100% stupid. I took the clothes from a resting soldier and his equipment including his gun. The next group that was deployed to go back to the fight I joined in making sure that my head was down so they didn’t see me. As I came out of the truck there was instant regret. All you could hear was the banging sounds of gunshots, reloading and commands being given. My command was to keep the pressure on the enemy. I rushed to the other side where the others where. This was hours of fighting, and my heart racing. How can any one do this for so long? I asked myself. Moments later I was given another order: Keep the sniper safe. Following him I shot at anyone who saw us. We

I asked for fit, strong, mighty fighters, not pathetic little girls! Now, come on and follow me!” They continued their long 649 steps up the Eiffel Tower to save the General, who is under custody. “What's our mission lads?!” Sargent Mitty yelled to his men, “To save our General!” They all yelled in unison. “What's our mission?!” “To save our General!” They picked up the pace with a little more enthusiasm. That's more like it, he thought. They endured the rest of the tedious walk before they reached the top floor were the General was. They were right outside the door now. “Okay lads, remember the plan; the opposition are going to be right behind this door, and we want to surprise them. If we do this, we will have two advantages: The advantage of numbers and the element of surprise.” “But what if they are aware of our intentions?” Asked a soldier. “There are more of you then there are of them, so wipe 'em out.” They all looked around at each other nervously. Sergent Mitty sensed their uneasiness and said, “Come on lads, lift your heads! We got a job that needs to get that won't get done by itself! This is our time, our moment, and nothing is going to stop us now!” “Yea!” The squad yelled, and they burst open the

th (15)A long while ago a great warrior faced a situation that made it necessary for him to make a decision which insured his success on the battlefield. He was about to send his armies against a powerful enemy, whose men out numbered his own. He loaded his men into boats, sailed to the enemy’s country, unloaded his soldiers and equipment, then gave an order to burn the ships that had carried them there. Addressing his men before the first battle he said ” You see the boats going up in smoke. That means that we cannot leave these shores alive unless we win. We now have no choice..we win or..we perish.” They won.

Going back to the barracks, I remember hoping I didn’t get him as my instructor for the week. How could I be taught when the instructor was shouting commands in his authoritarian tone that made me flinch every time? --REPHRASE QUESTION

Corbin had decided that he wanted to be able to finish the project and have it finished to it 's fullest potential, so he asked Nadia to come over after school to help him finish the project. This terrified Nadia. She began to shake