It was a hard time, there were very few huts for all the soldiers . In fact, there was 11 other people in my hut ( Background Essay ). I was sick and tired, so was everyone else. We were all asking the same question; “Should I Re-enlist or should I go home?” Many of my friends quit…
She was one of the girliest girls I knew since grade school, with her stylish culottes and pink garments of all different shades for all different occasions. She was the epitome of a mixture between pure innocence and quirk that boldly took her rightful place in the middle of my heart. Mary Anne wasn’t just all of that; she was also my affectionate girlfriend, my warm-hearted best friend who I could talk about anything with, from the most trivial things to the very meaning of our whole existence. At the time, all I could feel was the absolute joy that I got from spending my time with her. We had our entire happiness in the future planned out, a dream wedding and all, but maybe that was the reason why I wouldn’t have ever imagined that I would be feeling so lost and empty just a few years later, alone and missing a part of myself.…
Panjwai, Kandahar, Afghanistan, known as the heart of the Taliban, the birthplace; and I am headed there. I had just said goodbye to my wife whom at this point I have been married to for 4 months, and was now on my way to a combat deployment. My emotions were all over the place. I knew that I have to be the strong soldier for my peers, the soldier my leaders can trust and depend on, but I am also the loving husband that had to say goodbye to his wife. Furthermore, I knew that this could quite possibly be the last time that I would ever see her.…
When I woke up, I still had that guilty feeling in my stomach. Oh well, how could I fix what I did anyways? While I was thinking about my problem, Cush came by and told me it was time to get my mules ready, so we could deliver supplies to the Yankees. Later on, we got ordered to form into a wagon train and we soon started our journey. After traveling for some time, we arrived at a warehouse, where we had to pick up our supplies.…
I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in reverse under my breath. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…” I didn’t even finish counting when he turned the handle. I watched as the whole building exploded into smithereens, an explosion that resonated even 5 miles away.…
One might say I’ve experienced my share of fright, heartache, and disappointment in life. Born in 1940 in Berlin, Germany to a very strict Jewish family, it seemed as though my life was destined to be like any other European Jew at that time: deathly persecution by the ever-present population of anti-semites in Europe. Shortly after the Adolf Hitler rose to power in 1933, my parents, older sister, and I fled to live with my great aunt in Barcelona, Spain. Looking back on that event, I consider myself greatly blessed to have fled from the evil and persecution of the Nazis, for many Jews didn’t have that privilege. Even at a young age while living in Spain, I often felt feelings of guilt, for many of my fellow Jews were being killed by the thousands each day.…
I dont know whether to tell you about what has been changed or what else hasnt changed. Basicly my entire life has changed 260 decred. I didnt have the world Texas in my jurnal. I thought im gonna grow up to be a basic middle class iraqi citizen. Cashier at a courner store lives in a small apartments with an old car.…
It was a rainy Saturday night. I left my dorm, my stomach empty because I’d been trying to wait out the rain before going to find something to eat. But the rain didn’t end, and although it was quite late, I decided to make a quick trip to the store nearby rather than wait any longer. My umbrella was broken, so I put on my hoodie and tried to run as fast as possible. About halfway to the store, I saw an old woman with a folding walker, trying to get past the intersection while holding her umbrella.…
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" Maybe you heard this quote quite often but that's what I live by . Growing up, I've been a child who looked at the world with open curious eyes. In fact, I grew up in a small city called Daura located in Iraq. I am the middle child out of three girls. I was born in the late 90s, I have been told that it was the end of "the good days".…
In February of 2013, I was deployed to Parwan province in northern Afghanistan. My partner Travis and I were deployed in support of base defense operations, providing over-watch and long range rifle coverage for combat patrols in the villages surrounding Bagram Air Field. I began to experience a severe case of combat stress built up over four combat deployments between Iraq and Afghanistan. I went to the only place that made any sense to me, the base chapel.…
Merry Christmas! Life here during the war is much harder than I ever believed. It is great to know that i’m making history fighting for our country, but it hurts seeing the men from my line die right in front of me, and with all lice going around it is hard to keep a strong face. I wouldn’t miss this for anything but, it makes me wonder if I made the right decision coming here. There is so much chaos, mostly at night when heavy fire is aimed at us.…
Sister Erica remembered the night before the bombing vividly. She’d been outside on the cement patio picking up toys that needed put away. She recalled that the sky was beautiful, and the stars were bright. Erica was a strong woman, who had emigrated from Germany a few years earlier. At the Fountain, she had been in charge of the Nursery on the Hill.…
You know that feeling when your stomach drops and you instantly feel nauseous? When I heard that my brother was getting deployed on a nine month long deployment to Afghanistan I felt exactly that way. With tears pouring out of my eyes I couldn’t help but to think of the worst case scenario possible. My brother joined the Army in 2013. In fact, he joined the Infantry Branch.…
Due to my father’s affiliation with the Department of Defense, my childhood was mainly spent living overseas in the Kaiserslautern Military Community in Germany. I spent the majority of my time volunteering at the Landstuhl Regional Medical Center, a hospital where families of military service members frequented. This hospital was the only main facility that provided critical health care to thousands of service members stationed in various locations in the Middle East before they returned back to the United States. I volunteered on the Medical Surgical floor, which focused on providing care to patients in critical condition or dealing with post surgery pain. One instrumental event that led to my decision to become a primary health care…
In a time of war, I felt very limited, trapped in my situation, I had to do something. Looking back now many things contributed to that decision. My grandmother, Bathsheba, used to come visit my home in Plymouth, when I lived with my mother. She would tell me about a woman named Joan of Arc, a woman that led the french to victory over the british. My grandmother also made me aware of how that woman died, by being burned at the stake for not listening to the rules of the church.…