Military Personal Narrative

We all wait nervously, a room filled with six-hundred third graders but no one whispers more than a few words. Today we find out that twenty of us that will leave our families behind for the next two decades. Every year the government chooses twenty seven year old children from each school in the Providence of Britain and transports them to the United Europe Combat Forces (UECF) military school who will then become soldiers after their training. A strange woman walks up the mic, its the same women who dose the announcement every year. Our class has always joked and called her Drakula, due to her tall and skinny build, pale skin and big nose.

It was a dark and stormy night. Why we have to do this tonight, that is beyond me. Ask our squad deputy commander Joongsa Kim, equivalent to a Warrant Officer of my homeland, about the reason. I had my reason: It was stormy tonight, and to me, that was enough to feel like stepping out of the mission. As a member of the Joint Task Force 2, I was trained to withstand the dark, and so would have my American comrade Sergeant Hunter, who is from the well-known Delta Force, and the South Korean soldiers Warrant Officer Kim and Sangbyeong Jung, equivalent to a Corporal of the Canadian Armed Forces, who are from the 707th Special Operations Battalion.

Even he had only been in the platoon for less than a year. There were few veterans left from the previous tour, even though they contributed greatly to training for this deployment, I couldn’t help but feel an uneasiness when it came time to get on the plane and fly over. Nether the less, here we were. The platoon stayed in Kuwait for a few weeks, and we grew more and more nervous as we could feel the time getting closer to fly north.

It was hot. I stood on the side of a dusty gravel road of southeast Texas feeling the sun press down on my neck and back. Underneath my helmet, sweat was slowly collecting on my forehead and moving down my cheeks as if to escape from the sweltering heat. The sweat left streaks in the camouflage paint that covered my face. From a distance, I thought my face must look like river tributaries, such as those seen from space.

My family and friends say their little boy wasn’t the same that left the States as the one that returned a man. Fresh out of S.O.I (school of Infantry) I got off the bus at Marine Corps Air Ground Combat Center 29 Palms, California

Introduction While helping my mom set up for Veterans Day, I was in charge of meeting with the Veterans and helping them get their visitor passes into the elementary school. The turn out was great, many veterans showed up in a variety of ages. I met with the oldest veteran there and helped him get situated before the parade began. World War 2 Veteran

Modern soldiers’ time overseas can prolonged due to shortage of troops and changing circumstances.

It took 250$ and good deeds to create some doctor like me. Growing up I was the kid who looked at the world with open optimistic eyes. I grew up in a small city called Dora located in Iraq, the middle of three girls. I was born in the late 90s, I have been told that I was born "at the end of the good days". That's when Iraq's political circumstances were not at peace at all, at 2003 another war broke in Iraq.

I was in the office early and worked on Tactical Doctrine all day. I was still blowing blood out of my nose. I went to see Barney and he sent me over to the other side of the field to the 8th hospital to get my sinus's x-rayed. Al Moorman got a MiG on the noon mission, and Sanders and Hemmer split one. I decided that I would not go on R & R as scheduled.

How Being a Military Dependent Affected My Life Goals Being a military dependent is something I have known my whole life. My dad joined the Air Force in 1988 at the age of twenty-four. He initially joined the military to help people, but wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, this led him to fighting fires until 2010. I was born in the year 1999; I grew up with him working twenty-four hour shifts and then being home for twenty-four hours.

Serving in World War one was a life changing thing. I had become use to my everyday life as a citizen, living without and worry’s, not having to worry about getting bombed, or losing your friends. I would try not to male any friends, but it is just my personality I guess. I would try to be alone and not talk to anyone, I wish I would have stuck to that. One day everyone in my troupe woke up at 0500 for our morning routine; usually we would have a few practice rounds with our guns, run a few miles, eat breakfast, and sometimes they would issue us rum to not only drink, but to clean our guns as well.

The war changed my life forever. I came from a small of Redding, Connecticut. I lived with my parents and my twin brother. We loved each other, we worked together, played together, and fought together. When we grew up we both decided to go to Yale.

Why did I join the Army? I thought it was a good place to start off with... But I was wrong… I’m a squad leader at the age of 19. I came into the war with 8 other men.

INVISIBLE WOUNDS Returning back home after a week-long vacation and noticing how strange your normal surroundings seem can be hard to explain to someone. How weird it is to re-adjust to a new schedule and the feeling of sleeping in your own bed. Imagine how different it seems for soldiers after years being deployed to return back home. They are re-adjusting to a new “normal.”