Personal Narrative: A Soldier's War

Rebels Without a Cause Not very many people have affected me in the same way as my friend Jake Fernholz. I have never realized the influence he has had on me until someone pointed out that we talk and think the same way. I only met Jake two years ago in track, when a pulled hamstring injury caused Mr. Kellerman to have me practice with the long distance kids. Mr. Kellerman forced me into staying on the long distance team and that is where I started to hit it off with Jake. It took me a long time to be comfortable with Jake, but when I did we quickly found our common interests.

When a trooper captured my husband, Timothy, I said with my fiery temper: “I wouldn? na been taken by the likes of you.” When Timothy was acquitted, our marriage was disintegrated. After that, I was left to raise my 6 children alone. I was a brave woman who sewed the flag, survived the tough times and assisted with the amputation of Peter Lalor’s arm.

Union Soldier in Battle “Union Soldier in Battle” by Earl Hess, gives an insightful and truly detailed look into the lives of American soldiers during the civil war. This book not only discusses what the battlefield was like but it also goes into depth on how soldiers dealt with coping with what was happening around them. Hess draws his work from letters, diaries, and memoirs of Union soldiers; by doing this, Hess is able to expose the soldier’s deepest fears and also their sources of inner strength. He shows how they were encouraged by belief in God and country, or simply by their sense of duty; how they came to rely on the support of their comrades; and how they learned to muster self-control in order to persevere from one battle to the next.

SGT. Barrett and I contacted a suspicious vehicle in the parking lot that was parked in an unlit area at approximately 2300 hours. Once outside of our vehicle I started flanking toward the right side of the white Nissan Maxima, as the windows were darked out. SGT. Barrett went to the driver side of the vehicle, where the door was ajar, with a male sitting in the driver's seat with his feet planted on the ground I heard what sounded like a dense metal object fall onto the pavement from the driver's side of the vehicle.

The streets of Washington, D.C. filled with joy and relief as the soldiers returned to their families and loved ones. Some soldiers were injured, broken, clueless, or not there. My father would be coming home on the train. So my mother, my little brother Jack, and myself stood in front of the train station waiting, watching, and listening for the first two trains, but when they did arrive father wasn’t there. Mother had told me not to worry for father could

The war had dragged on for longer than anyone could have imagined. Damage on the Western Front. Millions dead. Food rations significantly reduced. Again.

A group of injured soldiers will be coming in soon, we need your help!” The sound of my name snapped me back into reality as I began gathering the necessary supplies to treat the wounded. The tent was already packed with injured men and I tried to calculate if any more would fit. When I worked, I would often ask my patients to tell me stories of the field as I tended to their injuries. It helped to keep their minds off the pain.

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.

Billy Pilgrim’s introduction to the war was grim. Soon after his arrival, the regiment he was supposed to be a chaplain’s assistant for was under attack. Three soldiers from the regiment allowed him to follow them. The three soldiers all had

Life at Valley Forge Brave, have no fear of someone or something. American soldiers represent bravery. The huts of the soldiers were very long and wide. The fireplace was in acceptable condition. No beds in the huts just straw and mud.

Through centuries of great wars and battles, history has displayed brave men and women who have fought for their countries. These audacious people have helped propel countries for the greater good. However, the weight and responsibility, of the war, takes a heavy toll on soldiers that is often overlooked. Tim O’Brien, author of the novel The Things They Carried, records his stories, and the stories of his fellow soldiers during the war. However, three of these soldiers are affected in an outlandish way.

Over all, this story allows us to observe changes within the mentalities of army officers. First, the trauma of living in a war zone can add a significant amount of intangible weight into someone’s life. In “The Things They Carried,” we discover that Cross’s men “carried all the emotional baggage of men who might die (443).” Given that the majority of humans have experienced some form of trauma, we can understand how some men were driven to suicide and others into

Eight years ago I walked into a Navy recruiter's office and said, " If I join today, when is the soonest I can go to boot camp? " I did not know what to expect. However I was sure of one thing, and that was that I wanted to join the United States Navy. As those eight years ensued, the Navy began to mold me physically and mentally. Some of the changes I underwent were positive, and others were rather uncouth.

When I was growing up, I experienced many hardships that most people don 't endure. I grew up in the city of Phoenix, Arizona with little to nothing. I had one little sister and an older sister and brother. Even though I was young I knew how difficult my parents had it. My mom worked three jobs and my dad worked in construction just to barely support us.

I’m writing to you to inform you of my difficult situation Since I was a little kid, I’ve always wanted to join the armed forces. At the age of twelve decided I want to be in the Marine Corps. At first, I was shocked by how difficult the training is to join the Marine Corps, but nevertheless, this was my dream and I wouldn’t give up on it. My family was shocked by the amount of time I would have to be away from them, but they knew that I love my country so they understand my reason for joining the Marine. One time when I was at the airport to visit my family, and when we were leaving and as I was about to enter the terminal I look over my parents and I see random people waking up to Marines giving them handshakes and telling them thank you