The command set off a chorus of gun shots. Accompanying those shots was the sound of bullets flying overhead, something I had yet to get used to. A few moments had gone by before I had noticed the body lying next to me. The man I had just met was dead. His lifeless body was sprawled out, but there was no time for grieving.…
I have not been thinking differently but I am surely endeavoring. I have an arduous time changing things about myself so at this point I am just gradually endeavoring. After reading these two chapters I endeavor to disunite my emotions from my thinking due to the fact that they incline to get me into an abundance of trouble. Prior to making decisions, I stop and notice first if I am allowing my emotions to get in the way. I ascertain no emotions are tied to my decisions just so at the end I get a good outcome.…
That was when I realized that I was in danger so I ducked with everyone else. I didn’t know who was shot because I was in the back but by the the sounds and screams it sounded like an older man. One of the soldiers, probably the one who was hit by the club, yelled, “Fire”. All I saw was smoke and all I heard were screams. I knew that at least three people were dead.…
ALTERNATIVE ENDING IRA Smith was slowly sinking into the quicksand. “Help me, get out of here!” he yelled. “You will be repaid, I promise!” I grabbed his rifle from the ground, as thoughts flew through my head.…
It’s over, I beat them, and they won’t do anything to me anymore. BANG! The sound echoes in my ears as I feel a sharp pain rupture through me, I look down to see streaks of red bleeding down my white shirt. A cold, hard bullet penetrated into my chest, I cried out in anger and agony. I start to lose consciousness and saw a blurry figure standing above me, “Your deed is done,” then he disappeared into the night.…
Wait! Please do not do this I can explain Pow! Just like that my life flashed before my eyes,I could feel the sharp pain of the 9mm bullet shred my skin like it was nothing,I screamed out words that would not of been polite to anyone's ears. I could feel the traumatizing beat of my heart pounding the back of my head, the ringing inside my ears seemed to ward out any sound that my ears seemed to pick up on any other normal day. The only thing i could hear was the faint screams of the sirens on top of the law enforcement vehicles.…
My foot fell asleep as I was crammed inside the dark closet hiding from them. I could hear the faint gunshots in the distance, yet, as time passed by, the gunshots became louder and louder. The gun smoke which leaked in through the walls, made me nauseous as it filled my lungs like a gas chamber. Though I dared not to cough, in fear that someone would find me. Nauseous and confused, I listened to them as they were all yelling something in German.…
“Call 911!” I heard my aunt yell. Those days, July 31 through August 2, 2014, were interesting days. My laws of life were shown. They are faith, and patience.…
1800’ slavery Step after step, trying to regain consciousness after getting hit again after again. My energy was completely drained from all the whipping. I looked over my shoulders; this was going to be the worst scar yet. As I was trying to focus on my loss of energy instead of the pain from my back, I was hit on the back of my head, it was the guard. The guard had a worn down brown shirt, a pair of black, solid horse shoes to kick us with and worst of all, a smirk on his face signalling anything but good.…
Gone, but Not Gone According to 2014 statistics, about 40% of the United States’ African - American population is incarcerated. Meaning, 40% of African – American homes are missing a vital member of their family. I was part of that 40% with a loved one incarcerated. Up until that point of my life, I always thought incarceration was the attempt to rehabilitate the offender.…
I didn't see scout so I ran back. There was a man I tried fighting him but he grabbed my arm and threw me to the ground I don't remember much after that but,the excruciating pain and then I passed out. I woke up and scout told me everything that happened.…
There was a calm wind blowing through the still wet grass from an earlier storm. Animals of all sorts could be spotted peacefully grazing in the distance, every once and awhile swatting their heads back trying to keep away the ferocious bugs biting at their flesh. The scenery would distract me for a short period of time, but then smoke rising in the distance or a single rifle shot would remind me of where I was. It was the first day of May, only one more month before I go home, leaving this dreadful country known as Vietnam behind. At daybreak, we began a treacherous trip through the infested jungles of Vietnam.…
I was sitting in my bunk looking at my girlfriends Polaroid that she had sent me a few months ago. As I was looking Chuck asked me, “how is she doing?” Frankly I didn’t know I hadn’t talked to her in years this is something that she sent to my parents after she left me because she was getting lonely while I was away at war. “Yeah, she’s...good,” I replied uncertainly.…
I heard screaming and started to make a b line for the next room and quickly was hit in the face with the butt of an assault rifle, before they were able flip it around and fire two bullets from my m9 flew into him without me even realizing that I had drawn and let two bursts into his head. Second nature. My nose was draining blood like water out of a faucet but adrenaline was moving my legs before I could even think about it. I flew into the other room ready for whatever was there but saw Spike and Geo desperately pumping on a young boys stomach and putting quikclot powder where a barrage of shotgun bullets had hit his stomach. After another thirty seconds the boy started coughing up blood and screaming as we rushed him out to the waiting helicopter to take him to the nearest trauma center.…
I wake up in my bed and see busy streets outside of my 2 story house. Rosett, my sister, is the only family member alive that I have. She wakes up before me and is dressed in a full military training outfit, coming downstairs once she hears I’m awake. I then get dressed in a military general outfit, and we both get ready for a usual, boring day. We eat eggs, bacon, and a sandwich.…