On 06/14/2017 around 1750 hours, I, Officer Burkes, responded to a report of a suspicious person knocking on a door at 1504 Homestead Blvd. The caller stated that a white male was bleeding all over her door and asking her to call 911. When I arrived on scene, I noticed a white male, later identified as Alex Schesny, sitting between the screen door and steele door. I asked Alex to get up and walk out to the back of my patrol car. Once on the back of my car, I retrieved my gloves out of the front seat.
Late 2005 I was assigned to 2-35 Infantry Regiment, 25th Infantry Division, Schofield Barracks, HI. I re-enlisted into the Army after almost a three year break in service. On my previous enlistment, I served in the 505th Parachute Infantry Regiment from the 82nd Airborne Division. All the new soldiers to include myself were standing in formation waiting on the Battalion Command Sergeant Major (CSM) to speak to us. I was the only Private First Class with a Combat Infantryman Badge, an Expert Infantryman Badge, and a combat deployment to Afghanistan.
(O’Brien 188) He had built a relationship with the platoon and when he was sent to base camp, he felt that he lost that relationship. He related with them and when he got shot, he lost that relationship. This is why it is important to tell stories so that you can remember the connections you had with people.
day to day operations that you do, but you certainly want your best person there, to me that means the most senior officer who was Lieutenant Commander Burmaster, there to be walking beside with the General to answer other questions that a First Class Petty Officer may not know. So, it’s just more of a strategic approach of how we look at customs and Burmaster would have more of that kind of information, then certainly a First Class Petty Officer would. Robert: So, in your mind, with the Generals visit, you would say and don’t allow me to put words in your mouth, but you would expect, if he is visiting a particular company, that the Commander of that company should be there? Captain Rink: Absolutely.
I was the happiest man in the world. Red Chief was still missing and I have not any painful migraines ever since . I was so happy I even went out for dinner and got my favorite meal. After dinner, I thought I might as well have a late night drink and then off to bed. After I drank a little sweet whiskey I started to feel a little headache, but that's ok because there is no Red Chief and that means no migraines.
A day in the life of a Sniper in time of war: As dawn breaks among the trees, we set out. There are four of us. At one time we were seven. Three of my companions were killed when they shot us out of the sky. We were on a stealth mission to destroy a facility in North Korea.
Hey Molly, I think it’s awesome that you are an Expert Marksman! I can hit a clay pidgin with a shotgun, but that’s about it. I know what you mean about being talkative until it’s something you’re required to do, not to mention graded on. I can be a perfectionist sometimes and the English language isn’t my strongest point, so I can get kind of freaked out myself putting a weakness on display like that. Still I think this class has the potential to be a lot of fun.
Act One, Scene 2, Life After the Military I am relieved to know waiting on going to college was right decision. I appreciate the teaching methods that my professors have shown me since I began my studies. Hard work along with the instruction from the teachers has proved to me that South University is the college that will afford me the opportunities that a higher learning degree can offer. There is more to college than studying and making desirable grades, it also requires work ethic, experience, and looking ahead at future plans. Studying and learning new things is important to a new college student.
As we started to refit they asked us to meet them outside at their trucks. The Company Commander asked the Platoon to move to their trucks.
Today is April, 1944 and something weird is going on today. while my family and I were hibernating in our homes all cozy, the next thing we know is that we are taking into a truck with other people. I was so terrified as if an Arrow suddenly struck my heart, paralyzing my body. Although I do not know what we have done or who these people are I am just happy to be with my family. I really hope that goes fine until I figure out what is really happening.
I will turn the images on page 106 into an excerpt from a novel. As the war was getting ready to end, my brother and I were excited to see our family again. As we were talking about how everyone has probably changed and grown up, out of the corner of my eye I saw a sniper. BANG!!!!! He shot my brother.
I remember the click of a rifle cartridge being loaded into an AK-47 outside of Chu Lai. That instant I felt an urge to dive for cover. I didn’t even think about it, I just dived over purely by instinct, one that was never taught during training. It just happened in that moment, just as a spray of bullets were fired in our direction.
Our first action was to surrender but then one of the men in a mask “why we were here” I responded with “we are here to camp and that we will be gone before morning tomorrow”. But he said that ”Ya your going to be gone by morning cause you're going to be DEAD”. Then he knocked us
From the moment I was born I was considered a military brat, I was born in Hawaii at tripler hospital because my mom was in the army and stationed there, my biological father was in the marines. When my mom remarried when I was 7, she married a man who was in the Navy. Everyone thinks being a Military brat just means you know more than other people because you 've been more places and seen more things and you get a lot of stuff you want. This is not true at all. Coming from a military background means you never have stability, you are held to a higher standard than all the other kids, and sometimes it makes you want to be in the military and only focus on that.
I was born in Fort Polk, Louisiana, an infamous army base, however I cant remember this period much because my family relocated back to Houston before I could walk. So instead of growing up as a typical military kid, I developed the habits of a city kid. As one would expect, coming up in America’s fourth largest city I was a very small fish in the ocean, so my childhood was very competitive and extremely fast paced. With so much happening around from minute to minute I generally didn’t have the pleasure of sitting around to contemplate my reality. Even in school I remember having to constantly compete with my classmates just to receive the least amount of attention.
