“Can you tell me a story of when you were in the war Grandpa. Its for school,” Alex asked me. “Why yes I can, but some parts may be bad for you,” I said. “I’m 16 it will be fine.” he said. It was September 16, 1940 I was sitting huddled around a radio with my family. Then all of a sudden they said my name on the radio and my heart sunk Jimmy Stunning has been selected for the draft. You're great grandma was sitting on the couch and started to cry. She said, “ My baby, my poor baby” why you. “That must have been a very emotional day,” said Alex. “It was,” I said. I then had to report to the military base and decide what I wanted to do I told them I would like to to do something in the air. They told me to become a paratrooper. I told …show more content…
We had never actually jumped out of a plane until now. We didn’t even know were we were landing. When I jumped it was just a rush of air going past. You're falling at well over 100 miles per hour and you just fell calm. We landed on the grounded and everything felt so unreal there were bombs going off, their were bullets flying and all I could think of was to run and hide. Then all of a sudden there was a man next to me. It was a man named hank. He on the ground next to …show more content…
“Well stick with me,” He said. “By the way what is your name mine is Jimmy. Most people call me jim,” I exclaimed “Hank,” He said quickly, “Now let's move they might drop a mortar right where we are.” We ran as fast as we could into a tree line to hide but we weren’t the only ones. They came out of a trench and started to open fire on us. So we hit the ground as fast as we could. Hank didn’t even hesitate he started to crawl toward them. We were about twenty yards from them. He crawled all the way there and dropped down into the trench with them. The only thing I saw was a hand wave me in. So I started to crawl, but as soon as I started to move they started to shoot my direction with a M2 Browning machine gun. Then hank took out a pistol and shot every last one of them. “How many were there grandpa.” “Only like ten or fifteen” I started to crawl toward the trench again. When I made it to the trench Hank was dropping a grenade in the barrel of their artillery gun. He yelled, “Get
It was a hot, Thursday afternoon. So hot you could burn your hand by touching a window. So hot, you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. Three weeks from now was the best day in 2th grade, field day. Today we were picking relay teams
The Vietnam Veteran I interviewed was my grandfather; he was 27 years old during the time of the war. He volunteered to go to Vietnam because he didn’t like picking fruits and vegetables in the hot sun with his father. That’s when he decided to join the service and he volunteered to go to Vietnam. My grandfather only served one tour, because he wanted to go home to his family. So, his younger brother Rick who was single volunteered to go to Vietnam. My grandfather told me that Rick had a death wish so it didn’t really matter to him if he came back dead or alive.
It seemed as if he had found his place while in ROTC. The discipline along with the structure, it was as if he had found people who were like him. He had fallen in love with the Army and after forty years of service, he retired. He was ask, what would have you done if you had not come in the Army? I’d probably be a bus driver, I don't know.
Quickly, I make my way to the waiting Blackhawk helicopter. Even with my full combat load strapped to my back the rotor wash threatens to push me over. My face is pelted with grass and other debris; motivation and determination makes me run harder. As I reach the Blackhawk the Black-shirt directs me to one of four repel lines anchored to the aircraft. I wrap the line through my d-ring and climb into the cabin. I wait, crouched in the doorway, for my three other comrades to finish their hookup. The Black-shirt completes his check of our hookups and gives the pilot the thumbs-up. Abruptly, the helicopter lifts into the air leaving my stomach somewhere below.
Phil!,Phil!,Phil!,Phil! Dang hearing my name gives me the rush, as you all know i'm Punxsutawney Phil the cutest, fluffiest,and awesomest groundhog you have ever seen i'm for sure you already know who I am. What!? You haven't well pull up a chair and listen to my story on how I became the fabulous Punxsutawney Phil.It was a quiet day, I was getting a nice healthy snack which involved clovers, and bark. All of a sudden a very large dark figure picked me up and loaded me into some big cage. I was then in a new home it was strange were I was at I was really hot, but here the temperature has been just fine, not too hot to cold, I was inkling to see where I was still a little figure came up to see me through some weird shield I was startled due
I saw the open plains while our pickup truck chugs down the road, when gunshots disturbed the peace a few hundred meters away. We stopped our car and hopped out of it, when immediately my teammate got shot from behind us. I whipped around full speed and put two shots into the enemy player’s military level helmet, killing him quickly. My remaining teammate and I ran further into the map as an electric blue border slowly caught up to us. As it passed us I saw the white health bar on my screen tick down one hit point out of 100 every 2 seconds. We dashed to the compound north of us and took medical supplies since our health is lower than desirable. Following that, my teammate and I ran towards the compound, I saw an enemy right in front of me cresting the hill, the enemy player and I reacted at the same time and aimed our rifles at each other, and with a few quick shots I knocked him down.
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
I heard the steps on London Boulevard. My heart was racing. I felt like my heart was going to explode. The Nazi General Norman Kirkpatrick. He had an army, and I had a Remington 270 783 and four clips. The army was made of the best of the best in Germany. I was the best sniper in the USA army. I prayed that I wouldn't be shot. As I looked through the scope I saw General Kirkpatrick’s badge through my scope. The badge was above his heart. I took a deep breath, and shot him right through the heart, then gunshots rang out through the city they saw me. One of the Nazis said “Feuer Fur Fuhrer”. I was holding my head protecting myself from the bricks, and debris. I called for backup, but they said it was too risky. I turned around and
The purpose of the speech provided by Chimamanda Adichie is to portray the various impacts a single story can have on both an individual and a society. This is because of the usage of stereotypes provided by the media which creates an overall image, that everyone believes to be true. This is prominent when she says “A single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete.” Having a single story also confines the world to generalized outlooks on cultures, religions and nationalities. Due to this, individuals must seek for diversity and different perspectives, in which everyone should be able to see the world as it is, not just the aspect that the media portrays. Through
“We are under attack!” Jimmy, our patrol man, yells leaping for the trench. A bullet pierces his skull before hits the ground leaving his body lifeless and bloody at my feet.
Darkness was closing in, but I knew I couldn’t let the Germans kill the group. Using every ounce of strength I had, I picked up my rifle and began to shoot. The Germans were falling left and right, but they has spotted me. The Germans turned and began to fire. Fire then a sharp pain in my arm. I looked down at the blood gushing out of my arm when I jolted back. I had been shot in the other shoulder. I could only see shapes now. I began to fire into the sky I couldn’t control my hand. Hot lead pierced my throat, and I began to shake. Everything went dark except a light at the end of the tunnel. I went into the light and everything was silent I had finally found peace.
“The Story of an Hour” was a story set in a time dominated by men. During this time women were dependent on men, but they always dreamed of freedom. Most people still think that men should be dominant and in control. They think that without men, women can’t do anything and that they can’t be happy. Well this story has a twist.
Oh my gosh! The plane is shaking, we are going down! I'm sure everyone is thinking about their families right now. I'm thinking about my family right now, how will my mother live without me? The plane is shaking even more! The backend just fell into the ocean! We are going down onto the beach! The plane strikes the beach and hits so hard I hit my head against the seat in front of me. I am bleeding from my forehead and I have a few scratches but they are not very deep. I get up and go out to the beach and see who else is out there, but there's only a few couples. I waited to see if anyone needs help getting on to the beach and if they do then I help them. There are a few of us that try to get everyone off quickly. Next thing I know a
It wasn't until 2005 when I decided to join the United States Army, and this when all my concerns and questions were answered during recruitment. My Recruiter explained and guided me through the whole process of entering and prepping for the Army. It was my confidence and the motivation of my Recruiter that made it possible for me to join the Military as I proudly wear this uniform today.
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.