As legend goes, every Joint Task Force Guantanamo Trooper adapts to one of four specific archetypes by the end of their time at U.S. Naval Station Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. Are you a gym rat or do you prefer peace and solitude at the end of a work day to reflect on your thoughts? Or quite possibly do you prefer a smooth stiff drink or a decadent fatty meal? Regardless of your naughty decisions supposedly every JTF Trooper will fall into one of the four categories before their demobilization back home: a hunk, chunk, drunk or monk. Although my thought is pure and simple, why not become a collaboration of all of the above?
My most recent assignment was with the 2nd Stryker Cavalry Regiment stationed in Vilseck, Germany. I served five years at that duty location, but in reality, only lived in Germany half that time due to my combat tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. My wife spent the entire time in Germany, half of which she was alone while I was deployed. Before my enlistment, I was an uneducated software developer.
When the Colombian Battalion reached land immediately settled in over a hundred tents, where they could comfortably organized eighteen men. They were close to Ethiopian troops, with the Colombian troops made a great relationship. Therefore, they shared stuff with them, by that time Ethiopian soldiers everyday asked for Colombian coffee, or some just wanted to try Colombian food. It was great time; it was clam before the storm.
We all wait nervously, a room filled with six-hundred third graders but no one whispers more than a few words. Today we find out that twenty of us that will leave our families behind for the next two decades. Every year the government chooses twenty seven year old children from each school in the Providence of Britain and transports them to the United Europe Combat Forces (UECF) military school who will then become soldiers after their training. A strange woman walks up the mic, its the same women who dose the announcement every year. Our class has always joked and called her Drakula, due to her tall and skinny build, pale skin and big nose.
This summer, my church took a missions trip to Puerto Penasco. It wasn 't the easiest trip to plan, seeing we only had two months to plan for it, and pay for it. Yes, this trip was spontaneous, and we worked very hard to get the money for it. It was a hot day when I and the rest of the missions team got out of the airplane in Phoenix, Arizona.
In the month of February I partook in a mission trip to Guatemala, a trip that I will never forget. I spent roughly a week in Guatemala, that went by nearly too fast. Within the essay I shall share my story about the things I saw, and the stuff I did. I saw great poverty in my travels that of which makes me grateful for the bounty that I have, but yet seems so little. I attended the mission with my church, one from Sioux City and another from the Holland region of Michigan.
I believe in finding yourself in others. In the 21st century when you grow up you are surrounded in a world of technology, ungratefulness, and high expectations. Before I went on this life changing missions trip that was my mindset. I was ungrateful,and jealous of what I did not have. But now my values and my mindset has changed I now am grateful, and I am jealous of the people who have so little and are still so happy.
Living in Nicaragua, I have developed many relationships among the lower class. These relationships gave me time to reflect upon myself and be grateful for the resources I have. Communicating and spending my time with the children on my parents' mission site, I have come to understand the children and their circumstances of financial hardship. This time of serving gave me a time to understand myself and helped determine my future goals in my academic life and career. One particular relationship I had was with a boy named Kenner.
I smiled gently as my feet sunk into the warm sands of the Punta Cana coast. During a short snorkeling expedition on the magnificent coral reefs, I was abruptly awoken by a loud series of bangs. Who was outside the door this time of night? As the banging got louder, my anger quickly morphed into terror. My mind began racing with the infinite possibilities awaiting me outside the safety of my bedroom.
Growing up in Honduras was quite an experience. I come from a hard working family where both of my parents went through several obstacles to provide me and my siblings a stable life. Honduras is a country that is consider a third-world country where economy along with delinquency are a big issue, but my parents still manage to provide the sources for me and my other two siblings on what it is necessary. My family and I were affected by organized crime, a day where my life was changed forever. It was a Friday afternoon when my brother and my father were kidnapped, they had left to a soccer game.
The Punta Cana Vacation Have you ever had a vacation where your child does something horrible in public at a swimming pool? A vacation is when one or more people are gone for an extended period of time. When I was four years old me, my mother, my father, my grandpa, and my grandma went to Punta Cana to get away from the cold weather. It has been happening, ever since we left Illinois and Missouri. So, we boarded the plane and took off to Punta Cana, everyone was either taking a nap or watching a movie while the plane was moving.
My grandfather asked me “Which one?” I respond “Let’s get this one”. Little did I know that guinea pig was my dinner. Guinea pigs or cuy are not pets but food in Ecuador. When I arrived at the airport it looked like any typical airport, but it felt as if I was in a different world.
1. It is my personal pleasure to convey to the Enlisted to Warrant Officer board the qualities and skills that make SSgt Arnold one of the top Marines I have observed. His work effect and results on all tasks are second to none. 2. I have had an opportunity to work with SSgt Arnold while we were both stationed in Okinawa Japan.
The first time that I interact with people whose beliefs differ from mines was when I was in Mexico. In that time my family was thinking of moving to Florida, because in that time the situation in Mexico was going through a very difficult situation that was the drug trade, when we lived in Mexico it was very difficult for my family because sometimes you could not go for a walk to the park or somewhere else because of the drug dealers. My parents began to think that my brother and I needed a place where we could be a little free and the family of my mother at that time was living in Florida then my parents decided that we would move to Florida. The day my parents decided to talk to my brother and me was very difficult because we all thought
Everyone has a personal experience! One of the experience I had is the chance to go to Mexico for the first time. I was much excited to go and finally experience, myself all the things my friends and family would talk about. One of the reasons I want to go to Mexico is because I want to see how my parents grew up there and go around and explore the place. I’m very excited because I would be able to tell my friends how it is in Mexico, since we’re always talking about it.
