Pop! Pop! Zoom! Whiz! I heard them and I heard them loud.
Entering the once lonely house, there was a family rejoicing with a long-gone relative. As striking as the first rose in spring, her silky, soft, shiny hair combined with her enticingly exquisite eyes: producing a sublime look. Her upturned nose, oval face and elegant cheeks exhilarated hope within anyone in sight; she filled a void that could only be filled by her. Instantly ejecting any ridicule of the family, her presence made the household regain its original nobility. Spiralling into circle after circle on the indigo walls, like an optical illusion, numerous twirling lines were being contained in a plethora of thin liable cracks; suggesting, this house is enriched in Pangaea-old traditions.
Upon asking a Marine who lost both of his legs what he would like to do if he could not return to the Marines, the Marine responded by saying, “‘I think maybe I’d like to stay here at Bethesda. I want to find a way to help these other Marines recover, let them know there’s hope for them’” (Greitens, 2011, p. 289-290). Ultimately, the Marine’s duty as a soldier taught him to put his fellow men before himself. Although his physical state may keep him from doing what he loves, it does not stop him from continuing to make a difference.
I was sitting on the porch talking with my great grand-kids, when Charlie asked me how I lost my leg. So I thought about those dreadful days in 1934. I was the general of the fiercest military in army ant history. We ranged about two miles wide and ten miles in depth devouring any and everything in our paths. One night, I sent one of our privates out to search for food.
Growing up, my life revolved around the Navy. My mother is a Logistics Chief Petty Officer and has been in the naval service for more than 20 years. She has had quite the influence on me: telling tales of her deployments and raising me to have respect for a dutiful, compassionate mother. However, she is not the sole reason why I want to enter the US Navy through the Naval Academy. Five years ago, my family let a couple Midshipmen stay at our house because of their need for a place to sleep.
In my Junior year of high school in the middle of competitive band season, the Winged Regiment was doing great. We just passed our rivals Somerset Academy, and were in the running to be state champions in the class 2A. I wasn’t thinking about any of that though, because I had my mind set on marching DCI. As a little precursor, DCI is basically the NFL of competitive marching bands; the teams are made up of drum corps, which consist of 150 people ranging from the age of 15 to 21. These drum corps compete in a circuit called DCI, or Drum Corps International, and march at different shows across the nation while being judged, receiving scores on their performance.
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.
As I walked into my local Mexican restaurant next to my old high school I was greeted by a friendly hostess who ushered me into the main dining room. The walls had portraits of the Spanish countryside and there was a fountain full of coins in the center. After scanning over a large group singing happy birthday and a family with little kids, I notice Matt is sitting in a side booth with a military baseball cap on. We exchanged simple pleasantries and immediately jumped into discussing the air force. Matt’s tone projected his excitement for the air force, but there was some obvious disappointment in his eyes.
To: Veteran I live in pecatonica Illinois a small town that is located near rockford. I am in 8th grade and I am 13. My favorite thing to do is target shooting with my dad I go to competitions and do really good. I was trained by my dad he is a police officer he used to be in the army stationed in korea his job there was to fix and drive tanks for the army and has some funny stories. like one he was spinning on the ice with the tank until the track popped off and he had to fix it on the ice.
Have you ever just thought about going to other countries and being able to say you served your country over there? Well I have and that is what I plan on doing right after High school. I am going to go to the Marine Corps and serving my country the way I feel I have to serve it. Going into the Marine Corps is something I have been trying to do, since I figured out what the Marines were.
The Marine Corps can take me places and give me experiences that I would never have the chance to do. I want to embrace foreign disputes, but I’ve learned that you are most sucessful when provided time to observe the most efficient way of handling
My whole family is from Hungary. As it was mandatory for men to serve in the military before 2004, all my male relatives are veterans. Even my own father is a lieutenant. Unfortunately I can not choose my father for an interview as a veteran, as he did not serve in the United States military. Although Hungary is now part of North Atlantic Treaty Organization, (or NATO) and ally with the United States of America, before 1990 Hungary was part of the Warsaw Pact and “enemy” of United States.
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 don’t really enjoy picking fights, or committing any acts of violence. Truthfully, if I got into any type of conflict, my lanky body would probably give up on me halfway. That’s what my wife told me after I said I was going to be joining the US armed forces. “Mark, are you an idiot? You can’t even walk without limping, how will you serve our country?!”
While in high school, I was enlisted into the ROTC program for three years and upon graduating from high school, I joined the Army National Guards. After that, I attended Peirce College and obtained a degree in Liberal Arts. Also, several years later, I attended Cairn University and majored in
