It has been years, decades maybe since the war started, then ended with flaming spheres of fire and destruction raining from the sky. The war was fought on many sides and we don't know who started it but what does it matter now. Cities turned to wastelands completely uninhabitable, our capital is now rubble and our leader is gone, our whole system is gone. There are some survivors who have worked together to set up new settlements and then those who have taken control of the people threatening them if they don't comply. The people are now starving and the water is drying up; we ask for aid, but with no hope in sight and were tired of waiting. A tyrant has risen up and now she must be stopped. “Hey Dustin get a move on we leave in five!” yelled …show more content…
When I came up with the idea of finally taking down her organization Boris and Margaret were the only ones of my friends and family that went along with me while the others were too scared of what could happen if they rebelled. I told them this wouldn't be any easy task but they just nodded their heads and gave me a smile and I knew then they were in. Now here we are three misfit friends going to capture the most powerful person in the whole northeast area. Genevieve five years ago took control of almost the whole northeast with her persuasive words and strong will, people started following her and believing in her. She formed small militias of trusted people who were still in law enforcement to create order and then got people working together to build up new towns around massive areas that were destroyed by the bombs. What once was New York City became a hub once again, for all supplies such as food, water, and medical supplies to be inspected and shipped out to surrounding states until they suddenly stopped coming. It's been almost a year since supplies have stopped coming and people are realizing that Genevieve organization has abandoned
Soldier's Personal Narratives of the Vietnam War and The Vietnam War and the Tragedy of Containment
Thesis: The war overseas, but there are millions of veterans still fighting the war at home.
It was the evening of Christmas, 1776. The voice of an army sergeant shouted, “Everybody, up this instant! We’ve got a battle to win!” George Washington’s order awoke us soldiers, and we prepared for a rough night, as General Washington knew it would be more than strenuous to get the Continental Army, made up of 2,400 men, across the Delaware River especially in such harsh weather conditions. The plan was to attack in the morning since the Hessians would be celebrating Christmas tonight, they will hopefully be too tired to put up a fight tomorrow morning. The cold, brisk air intruded into the tent, as the rest of the soldiers arose from their slumber, not knowing what the day would bring them, or should I say, night.
Since time began there has always been conflict. Whether it be religious, race oriented, or conflict over land. Conflicts have lead countries and nations to amass armies. While some armies are small, others may be vast in size. No matter the size of the Army they all have one thing in common… their Soldiers. As Non-Commissioned Officers we would be without a profession if we did not take care of, and retain our Soldiers. Through their mishaps and mistakes it is our job to lead them as they will, hopefully, be taking over our position as they climb the ladder to becoming the next great leader we aspire them to become. However, as in life, there are always trials and tribulations that come with life in the Military. We have all had Soldiers with
As I stood there exhausted holding a blank stare with my arms to my sides and the sound of mumbling in the background, I only heard three words of the entire training brief my supervisor gave us, “time for chow!” I immediately snapped back to it and walked in the same direction as my teammates. As I walked, I looked ahead of the group for the best place to get out of the 103-degree hot Texas sun. I seen a tree and a stump that would be great to rest my back on and it had plenty of shade. When I arrived at the stump, I set my rifle down and quickly took off my training gear that felt like an extra body hanging on my shoulders. At the same moment that I felt like I could take a break from the training day and let my guard down, I heard one of
To some people, it is only noise but to me, it was a whole new world. I can still remember the first time I heard a round whiz past my ear, the cars passing by, or SSG Blue yelling at me to get down. At that moment, I realized that I was not training anymore. I was made aware that everything and everyone were out to kill me. I kept telling myself, “I shouldn’t be here.” Mentally, I can hear my mother in the background crying just as the day she did when she found out I joined the military. My life was not the same nor will it ever be the same. In my first combat tour I learned the importance of life, how to mentally prepare myself for the worst outcomes, and I learned how to be a great leader.
Today when I woke, I was expecting my son to be asleep. That wasn't the case. Today was his first race. Now here we were, at the track, race about to start, everyone was lined up ready to run. *bang* The starting gun went off. Like a bolt of lightning, everything came flashing back to me.
At first I thought we were right, our nation fought to stop the spread of communism but in reality, it wasn’t. Day by day we send more and more soldiers and spend more money to keep the war going on, but did it really accomplish anything? No, just pointless deaths of our soldiers and the civilians in Vietnam. Our young boys could’ve become another lost generation like Germany had during World War 1 if the war kept going on. The bombings in Vietnam accomplished nothing as times where more civilians have died than the Viet Kong. My struck my heart even worst was the My Lai Massacre and may have scarred me and my family forever. We fought to “stop the spread of communism”, but were nothing more than savages. Our soldiers killed nearly 500 innocent civilians; men, women, children, and infants all brutally mutilated.
We are in the valley. The after effects of the bomb has us all shocked. I hear a high pitch ringing in my ear. The men are all down. We all manage to get back up ,and we start back tracking. We were going towards the city but we started running towards the valley. Away from the burning city filled with sin and regret. The smell of burning buildings, people yelling out for help, and syrians roaring , but all the advertising and technology went silent. While I are running away from the city we felt the heat of the flames all on my back. We got far enough were the attackers wouldn't have spotted us and killed us. All that runs through my thoughts are that why did they tell anyone that we were in war it is more important than the pill advertisement
The revulsions of war; the atrocity, the gore and the ghastly smoke resulting from the guns ricocheting off the towering masses of apocalyptic tanks, as well as the aftermath; the melancholy, the pain and the tears is something that I will only experience in my deepest, darkest nightmares. But as a young girl growing up in Dulwich Hill, my only impression of war is an annoyed one. The low grumbles of the decrepit veterans complaining about their time and those annoying one minute silences in school that gave me one minute to listen to the loud breathing of the person next to me. I doubt my impression will change when I move to Vietnam. “Just more oldies to deal with,” I scoffed to myself as I placed a heavy box into my mother’s car.
I will always remember career day in fourth grade when a man came in talking about being a navy seal. I had never heard of a navy seal up until that point, but every word that came out of this mans mouth seemed to consume my attention. The thing that made this day so meaningful to me was the story that the man told about himself. The story starts off with the man and his squad on the Mexican/American border. Their mission was to capture and return a man that was running an underground railroad used for trafficking drugs into American. It was very gloomy the night of the capture, the men used the flashlights on their rifles to find the opening of the tunnel in America. It took only a few minutes to find the entrance in the middle of the desert.
Growing up in the military can be tough, especially when you move around a lot. Going to a new school is very difficult, especially when you move into the school halfway through the year. When the school year has already started most people have already settled down with their friends and their groups they hang out with and It's hard to find a group of people to be with. Finding new friends, getting used to the area, finding new activities to get into and finding a new job. Also, getting back into school and getting used to different teaching methods that you aren't used to. I first moved out of high school my sophomore year. I had to leave all of my close friends that I’ve been with for years. When we moved, I was angry, frustrated, sad,
Set in a futuristic dystopia Chicago there is a society that is divided into five factions: Abnegation; selflessness, Amity; peaceful, Candor; honest, Dauntless; brave, and Erudite; knowledgeable. Each represents a different virtue of living one’s life. The children of this society have to decide whether they want to stay in their faction or switch to another, the choice is theirs. The young Beatrice “Tris” Prior makes a choice that surprises everyone including herself. After what seems to be the wrong choice, Tris and her fellow faction members have to go through a very competitive training in order to live with their new faction. They must go through intense psychological tests and extreme physical training that can either transform them or destroy them. If they fail to complete their training successfully they will be left frictionless and an outcast to society. While the Dauntless train, the Erudite devolve a life threatening plan that is carried out that night. They developed a serum that stops the brain’s thought process and all of the Dauntless become sleeper soldiers for they were injected with it. The serum does not work on Tris or Tobias “Four” Eaton because they are both Divergent. When they try to escape they are both caught and brought to Jeanine, the Erudite leader. She then sentences Tris to death and Tobias is sent to the control room to view the attack. Tris is locked inside a glass tank that fills with water, but moments later her mother saves her life. ...
It is September 2, 1945. The radio is on like it is everyday in the nurse's office; the song that is on has a story behind it. I love the song, and the story. We hear a sound come on the radio that cuts off that beautiful song and that isn’t familiar; it sounds kind of like an alert. It’s almost my lunch break, and I’m trying to figure out whether to go to Sammy’s or Fred’s for lunch. I decide Sammy’s as usual. The sound is still going off, so I ignore it and go on my lunch break. As I walk out of the office everything seems normal, but when I get into town people are everywhere, more than usual. I hear a lot of screams and cheers. People I don’t even know are shaking my hand, hugging me, and talking to me. I am almost to Sammy’s when someone turns me around to talk
When I was seventeen I nervously traveled about 350 miles from my sleepy little home town of Freedom, Wyoming to the relatively enormous city of Boise, Idaho to go to the Military Entrance Processing Station. This wasn 't the first time I had been this far from home by myself, but it was the first time I was making adult decisions without my parents involvement. When it came time for me to choose my job in the army the counselors presented me with a long list that I qualified for. I got tired of scrolling and reading so I chose the first job that I actually understood. I returned home and excitedly told my parents that I would be an infantry soldier. My dad 's response to this might be considered a little less than heart warming “You dumb ass. Why didn 't you choose