rescue mission operation. I even conducted an event training to where I participated in a Blackhawk Operation mission with the Army 12th Aviation Battalion and 55th EOD Team which EOD is a bomb squad, which every SWAT Team have in the civilian world in a police department SWAT. I had the chance to partake in a K-9 unit experience training.…
"Hurry up! We gotta go. We are to bypass 3rd ID in Baghdad and take the northern part of Iraq."…
The violence found and experienced in war is an entity so vigorously potent and robust that it can easily consume and ruin even the most capable human beings, let alone children who are still developing their own minds. In Ishmael Beah’s novel A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier, the retrospection of a boy’s attempt to survive and flee from a war in Sierra Leone expresses the consequences of extreme violence and war that influence the physical, psychological and social characteristics of a person. Certainly, Ishmael’s many violent experiences teach a lot about the intended consequences or repercussions of acts of violence. In the novel, the transformation of Ishmael from an innocent boy to a mindless killing machine due to exposure to…
The privilege of being a child is only a lost dream to children in places like Sierra Leone where they are forced into joining rebel and militia groups. The children in those groups learn how to shoot guns when instead they should be learning how to ride a bicycle. In Ishmael Beah’s memoir, A Long Way Gone he speaks about his time during the war and being recruited as a child soldier. Ishmael goes through numerous life changing events and commits awful things during his time in fighting in the war. Ishmael however is able to leave his horrible lifestyle behind, obtain his humanity back and start a new beginning along with the rest of society. Beah manages to withstand the effect of the horrors of war by accepting the loss of his family, and beginning new relationships with people such as his newly found uncle and Esther the nurse from his rehabilitation center.…
Somewhere in the Middle East there is a mom fighting in a foreign war. The gunpowder smoke coagulating in her lungs, hearing the cries for help, and not knowing if she’ll ever see her 2 year old son again. Soldiers everywhere do this every day not knowing if they are going home ever to see their loved ones. They do this because they are selfless and are heroes. That’s why an American I believe in is made possible by the sacrifices of our military.…
I am a “boot” adjusting to my new life in kilo company, and corporal has recently returned from a nasty deployment in iraq. He says that he is my father and that he knows what’s best. he kicks sand at me while i am timed to see how fast i can pick up all the yellow cigarette butts he dumped on the floor to “fix” my attention to detail and remind me of my ignorance, as he yells, “you are going to war soon, and I won’t be there to babysit you!” During the deployment workups in the states, we spent weeks patrolling, looking for something that we knew wasn’t real. Digging into defensive positions and waiting the night out for an enemy we knew would never come. Spending rainy nights in muddy holes, fearing what our leaders might do to us if we fell asleep. Firing machine guns, shooting rifles and launching grenades at little green targets…. All of it was just training ops.…
Have you ever been in the position of leaving your entire family behind? Well, I have an opportunity to make that choice this coming summer. I have a choice between staying here in the United States and playing baseball for an American Legion Team, The Outlaws, or leaving the US and playing for an Ambassador Baseball Team in the Dominican Republic. This decision is tough considering no one in my family can come along. Also in the sixteen years of my life, I have never been away from my family for an extended amount of time. Mainly, I feel there are three big factors in my decision. These factors are meeting new people with a different background, learning a new language and adapting to a new culture.…
The bloody plane was shot down…I was sleeping dreaming about a concoction of fish and chips and my home before the war. I lived on a farm, and I had my own horse…I miss him. My dad taught me how to ride when I was four; riding would provide me relief from school and farming. Anyways, I then I awoke to a storm of fire. The plane was literally sliced in two. I think the beastly enemy shot us down. Even though they shot us clean out of the sky, I wish to thank them and show some British manners to them because this island is beautiful. It has fruit, and the sights are more beautiful than anything back home. There are even pigs on the island that we could eat. Sadly, I thought myself alone until a booming noise thundered through the jungle. I was scared; I thought it was an earthquake, although I have never experienced one before.…
When you are someone’s support system you take on multiple roles that indirectly deteriorate your self preservation. Being a listener or a shoulder to cry on, requires sacrifices that, in the moment, you do not even recognize as imposing. Voluntarily and willingly being there for someone begins with the unwavering doubt that you and your own problems cannot and will not prevail over your person’s immediate crisis. Depending on the duration of your duty, a somewhat selfish thought of inconvenience is bound to surface. But, that wave of retraction is almost always combatted by a riptide of dedication and loyalty that brings you back to sea, where all you can do is tread. In turn, the suppression of self regarding issues regularly comes with a layer of obligation and a sting of bitterness.…
The Army Professional is defined by the Army Doctrine Reference Publication 1 Army Civilians—we are honorable servants of the Nation, Army experts, and faithful stewards of the people, other resources, and profession entrusted to our care. By our oath, we are morally committed to support and defend the Constitution. By its characteristics of trust, honorable service, military expertise, stewardship, and spirit de corps; we as Army professionals are responsible for acting as a “steward of the Army Profession while adhering to the highest standards of the Army’s ethic.” The ADRP 1 describes the Army culture of trust and its inherent relationship with the Army Ethic, the heart of the Army Profession, inspiring and motivating our shared identity…
“You are order to active duty as a member of your reserve component unit for the period indicated unless sooner released or unless extended. Proceed from your current location in sufficient time to report by the date specified. You enter active duty upon reporting to unit home station”. These were the words telling me that I was going to Iraq, to fight and destroy the enemies of the United States of America and face one of my biggest challenges yet. Soon after I received my orders in the mail I had a dilemma, what’s going to happen when I tell my mother and the rest of my family? Have I been taking my family and friends for granted, now that I have this situation in front of me I realize that maybe I should have tried…
WARNING ANY ALL MATERIAL SUBMITTED HAS BEEN EDITED TO AVOID ANY AND ALL COINCIDENCES WHERE I WOULD TO VOLUNTARILY ADMIT SOMETHING ABOUT MYSELF OR EVEN TIME, DATE AND WAYS IN WHICH ANY LOCATIONAL KNOWLEDGE CAN BE INTERPRETED FROM CONNECTING INFORMATION FROM SECTIONS WHILE YOU ARE READING THIS. TO AVOID IMCRIMINATING MYSELF AND MY FAMILY. I HAVE ADHD. SORRY FOR THE LEGNTH. I AM A 30 YEAR OLD MALE LIVING WITH HIS PARENTS.…
My experience in the Corps of Cadets has been the most rewarding. The Corps is the closest you can get to living and breathing Texas A&M. It molds you into a person you didn’t think possible.…
It is another dreary night at Valley Forge. As I crawl into my unbearable smoky hut, doubt, fear, and cold death are roaming the walls of my hut. In the winter of 1777, Washington’s Continental army suffered terrible conditions at Valley Forge. Many soldiers died from sickness and severe cold weather. Others deserted the camp. Most soldiers received the chance of re-enlisting or not re-enlisting. This decision was one of the hardest decisions of their life. I have decided to re-enlist because the reason we fight in this war is for freedom, there is still hope within us, and pride and relief await after the war.…
It was about seven in the evening and I got a call from my friend, letting me know she and her grandmother had made it home. Her grandmother is in her 60’s, so there wasn’t much texting going between us. I’d been trying to catch up with her all day to interview her, but I guess she had a very busy weekend. I finally arrived to the house just ready to get the interview over with.…