Why Fort Huachuca Is A Training Base Just Outside The City Of Sierra Vista

The story that this book tells is the personal story of the deployment of Nicholas Irving aka ‘The Reaper’ a Ranger sniper during a 100 day deployment to Afghanistan, during which this sniper has 33 confirmed kills. The author tells us of his feelings and his actions during the various encounters, and while he does not tell the story of each and every one of his kills, it shows stories of how the modern battlefield works in places like Afghanistan and Iraq.

Not many young men have the opportunity to experience the adventure that I had, and I hope that changes someday. It revolutionizes kids to become the best they can be, and Scouts use me as a perfect example. They didn’t think that I could make it through Scouts as far as I did because I kept silent. Boy Scouts taught me about how to live life and do it with confidence, and I can finally tell my story comfortably and with

I remember going to sleep at 1:30 am, because I was working on my posters, and I remember spending 7 hours on a Saturday to brainstorm and write my speech. Eventually my hard work and dedication paid off when I won. On the other hand I remember that training for my 5k was much worse. On the side of being trained by the “Devil” himself (Coach Acuna) I was also training on my separate time with my dad. I wanted to quit every day and I didn’t want to run twice, but eventually I started to improve and I began to feel good. I realized that I could accomplish everything and anything I wanted to.

An older man is slumped in a rigid metal chair. He is barely visible over the multiple rows of people surrounding him. His hands clasp his seat, trying to steady the rest of his body. A few tears trail down his rough cheek. The final notes of taps echo across the gymnasium. My brain takes a while to adjust to the fact that I had just seen my grandpa cry. I had never seen this tough yet loving man break down like that. I wanted to rush over to hug and comfort him. He located me in the crowd and shook his head, smiling. This was his moment. He finally acknowledged the sacrifices he had made, and was feeling true appreciation for his service. A simple middle school Veterans Day program was what it took to break through some of the pain of his

From the age of two till I was five I lived in Fort Bragg, North Carolina. This is where I gained my southern draw (which still comes out if I happen to be speaking to someone else who has one). At the age of six to nine I had the opportunity to live in Anchorage, Alaska. This is where I learned to want to always be outside exploring or building things. At the age of 10 my father was stationed to Fort Hood, Texas where I followed suit. Texas would eventually be where I would call home. I went to middle school at Smith Middle School and High School at Ellison High School. I graduated Ellison High School in 2002 and worked various jobs from a warehouse manager to a janitor. While some of the management jobs paid well they did not have any sense of fulfillment or pride. Just after graduating High School I began to date my now wife Marissa. We had met at a BBQ that one of my fathers soldiers had been throwing. Both her father and my father were in the same unit together. I moved from Fort Hood to Fort Huachuca when my father was

The first week at his military school, Wes tried several times to went home. He had access to do a phone call to whoever he wanted to talk, if he would be able to convince that person in five minutes, then he could go back to home. On the phone his mother said, “Wes you don’t go anywhere until you give this place a try” (Moore 95). Wes wasn’t persuaded at first, but the words his mother told him must have stuck. He started doing better in school because he realized what his family has sacrificed in order for him to be there. Gradually, he became sergeant of platoon, a cadet master sergeant, and the youngest senior noncommissioned officer in the entire corps. Even though he was forced to stay in military school; slowly he changed his outlook in military school.

soldier’s attempt to build security and trust with the reader can also appeal to ethos, as the

Wes Moore, the author, is living a meaningful life that brings about a positive change in the world, thanks to repeated positive actions. Of that series of decisions, the most significant in the determining of his fate was continuing military school after his first year. The self-discipline and desire to better himself the school inflicted proved to be crucial in leading as positive of a life as he does. Role models in that environment ignited a flame of diligence in Wes, “…the support of people like Cadet Captain Hill and the others in my chain of command and on the faculty…made it clear that they cared if I succeeded, and eventually so did I.” (Moore 115). Initially, Wes hated military school, saying he, “woke up furious and went to bed even more livid.” (Moore 90). Despite his hatred for the place at first, his mother’s encouragement, as well as blunt refusal to bring him home, kept

It was Friday, December 19th, 2003, in Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island, South Carolina. Just six short days before my 19th birthday. A recruit screams, "Lights! Lights! Lights!". The overhang lights flashes to life, I look outside and see that was still dark outside. All 80 of my fellow recruits jumped up and began the preparation for our big moment. Racks were stripped of sheets and blankets, folded, and then set on top of the footlockers. As we did the last bits of field day, I imagined that we were somewhere between well oiled machines and ants. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl. As we got dressed in our pickle suits I was shaking. To this day I don 't if I was from the sheer excitement or from nervous. The process of getting dressed was beyond tedious and deliberate. Socks, corframs, white shirt, long sleeve khaki shirt, shirt-stays attached from the bottom of the shirt to the top of the socks, tie, standing on top of a foot locker to step into our trousers, getting the help of your rackmate to help put on your blouse, and lastly putting on your cover.

The author experienced the culture shock all new recruits receive during their initial basic training. James’s physical conditioning prior to enlisting into the Army proved to be a valuable asset, due to the physically demanding rigors associated with military training. The author’s physical presence and life experiences equated to admiration from the younger recruits. Affectionate memories were made teaching the younger recruits exercises and submission holds during down time from training. It was at this point in the author’s life that he knew he wanted a profession in which he could help others. Upon completion of Basic Training, and Advanced Individual training, James saw his parents again, whom he had not seen in several years. The author was pleased to see his ever loving mother who was radiating in pride of her son’s life journey thus far. The author’s father stated that it was about time his son had done something worth meaning. During James’s adolescence this comment may have

As I left my foxhole, Lieutenant Gipson quickly spotted me and instructed me to walk over. He told me that he wanted me to help him dig his foxhole. He commanded me to go retrieve the shovels from behind the tree across the sod. I hurried over to the tree and got a hold of the shovels. When I laid hands on both of the shovels, both of my hands still shivering and shaking. I could hardly even pick them up, so I decided to lug them under my armpits. I was certain my hands were quivering because as Azar fell to the ground when Lieutenant Gipson hit him, I remember him striking my hand with his head as he fell down. I knew they were going to quit behaving like this. When I made it to Lieutenant Gipson’s area, my hands were still shaking. I didn’t know how I was going to be of service to Lieutenant Gipson since I could not hold the shovel properly. Consequently, I told him that I broke both of my hands, so I was unable to help him. As a consequence, he told me to sit down out of his way. We started talking and that’s when he began to tell me his life story and how he got here in Vietnam. He told me that he was from Mississippi and both of his parents got slaughtered by the Ku Klux Klan when he was 18. His mother had always wanted him to go and fight in the military. However, he wanted to attend university and study medicine. When his parents passed away, he instantly knew that he had to go fight for America to satisfy his mother’s orders. He told me that he wanted to see everything in his mother’s viewpoint as she was a wise woman. He looked in his bag and showed me is father’s boxing gloves from his last boxing match before he died. He also told me that the night of his last boxing match is when he could not make it because he was in trouble with the cops for burning down one of the member’s house. He didn’t regret the events of his childhood because it was the reason why he is fighting in

I had a feeling that this was my type of environment. I knew that I would need a lot of fighting spirit and dedication

Pat was very frustrated because she wanted to purchase a home but lacked the funds or credit to do so even though Pat was expecting shortly to receive a one-half million dollar final installment payment for some land she sold several years earlier. Dan knew that Pat was very interested in purchasing a home and approached Pat with a proposal to assist Pat in buying a home. Dan told Pat that he would help Pat with the financing. After finding the home she wanted to buy for $250,000, Dan and Pat orally agreed that Dan would purchase the home and "when you come up with the money, I (Dan) will sell it to you (Pat) for $250,000 plus a fair commission to be determined."

At the age of 27, I was selected to fight in the army for my country, in Word War 1. In Louisville, when you were 18, I met you, my dear love. As I was in my uniform, you were unable to guess about my past, so I let it be as you thought. I believed that after knowing my truth, you would have left me. Maybe I was right.

When people think of the military, they often think about the time they spend over in another country, hoping they make it back alive. No one has ever considered the possibility that they may have died inside. Soldiers are reborn through war, often seeing through the eyes of someone else. In “Soldier’s home” by Ernest Hemingway, the author illustrates how a person who has been through war can change dramatically if enough time has passed. This story tells of a man named Harold (nick name: Krebs) who joined the marines and has finally come back after two years. Krebs is a lost man who feels it’s too complicated to adjust to the normal way of living and is pressured by his parents.