When I was younger, about 10 years old, I wanted to be a Marine. Being a Marine meant everything to me. Challenges were something that I loved and in my mind being a Marine would be the biggest challenge that I could overcome. The Marine Corps has the longest and hardest basic training of all the basic corps. One day I decided to talk to my parents about it, my father was proud but mother on the other hand wasn’t truly happy because I’m her youngest. Later that day, my father and I decided to look more into the Marine Corps and we stumbled across “The Marine Youth Group” so I asked my father if I could register. After my old man and mother talked it over they enrolled me. Now when I was about that age my old man was a truck driver. Sense my father was a truck driver this had my family moving around all of the time. The day came when I started running 1-4 miles a day, 70 pull-ups a day, 200 pushups a day, 300 sit-ups a day, and I would plank for 1 ½ minutes every couple hours. Before I knew it, it was just a couple days before orientation started. During orientation you need to qualify to join this youth group. Finally I went through the orientation and I passed all of the qualifications to join the youth group. When the …show more content…
While I was at school, that was all I could think about. After school I took the bus home, normally after school I would sit at the table with my brother and sister and we would do our homework with one another. That day I just went in my room and thought about why we couldn’t just be a normal family. Finally I found something that I love doing and it has to be taken away from me. My family started packing a couple days after that and no matter how much I didn’t want to leave I had no choice. After we loaded everything into the U-Haul truck my old man asked if I wanted to ride with him in the truck and I flat out said no. I could tell by the look on his face, when I said “no” it hurt him a little
Although I grew up in a military family, I never saw myself going into a military career. Up until I was about fourteen years old, I planned on being a marine biologist in Hawaii. Sounds nice, right? Well, at the end of my eighth grade year I decided that I might as well join NJROTC, because all of my friends were doing it and it seemed okay. I have to say, looking back, I was quite naive. Joining NJROTC was the smartest and most valuable decision I have made to this day.
I enrolled my two children in the Young Marines, and they love the program. My oldest son has benefited so much from the program. My younger son just graduated from
When I joined the United States Marine Corps, I knew it would change my life, but I never realized how great those changes would be. I was trained in public affairs as a print and broadcast journalist, and immediately stationed in Okinawa, Japan. Drastic life changes can take a toll both physically and emotionally over time, and it is always important to have a great personal support system to thrive through those times. My senior advisor at the time, Master Gunnery Sgt. (Master Guns) Charles Albrecht, turned out to be one of the best supporters I could ever ask for.
My Air Force story begins with me searching for a viable way to pay for college. I was brought up in a home with two hard working parents who were great role models that tried to provide every opportunity for me. However, my family was part of the lower-middle class which meant I needed a way to pay for college. I followed suit with my parent’s stringent work ethic and set a goal to pursue a degree in aerospace engineering and have the Air Force fund it. I felt that the Air Force would be a great match as it would allow me to pursue my aviation dream and also serve as a great way to fund my education due to my financial needs. After a challenging process I received an Air Force ROTC scholarship to attend the Georgia Institute of Technology and pursue a degree in Aerospace Engineering. In return for this scholarship I would have to pay the Air Force back with four years of service.
Every day of my life I have woken up to the sound of Reveille, and gone to bed listening to Taps. I have moved nine different times, know the feeling of having my dad deploy more than four times, and eating Thanksgiving dinner in a DEFAC is second-nature to me. Being an army child is a huge part of my life, however it does not define who I am; it has shaped how I view the world. Because of my life as a military child, I have determined that I am compelled to positively influence how others view life.
The US Marines are known to be the most dedicated and committed branch of military in the United states, making them highly popular and loved. Their pride and commitment to one, small, and united family make them stand out from the rest and their dedication is seen as they wake up at the crack of dawn to train with people they consider as close as family, and this gives the marines themselves a greater sense of self. Marines are motivators that will push a recruit beyond their own limits because they truly believe in the potential in each one; they are present in times of need and vow to never leave other behind, and believe that fear the of failure cannot compare to the joy that will come after tough challenges are overcome with the help
Growing up in Southern California prevailed its beauty yet, growing up in a military family is something I'll forever gratify. For 20+ years my father was a marine and out of those years, I experienced 13 of them. Let me tell you those were the best years of my life. However, I will only tell you the story that has made me who I am.
Murphy’s law states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong. As someone who bears the name I can attest the truth in that statement. I have an extremely blessed life and do not endure the suffering that many people do on a daily basis. However, I have bizarre connections to small misfortunes and circumstances that follow me back as far as I can remember. Any acquaintance of mine will attest that things in my life never go as planned and anything that can happen will. Yet through a collection of misfortune, one can still find solace and benefit through their tribulation and see that negative experience could actually be positive.
I originally never wanted to become a boy scout the very idea to me seem a bit embarrassing. The only reason why I became a boy scout was because my father had heard that Boy Scouts teaches young men discipline and respect so he dragged me to a meeting and signed me. The passion he had for scouts was inconceivable he believed that it will one day help me to become a great man and I had faith in his judgment. So on that very night I looked him straight into his eyes and told him " Dad I promise you I will become a Eagle scout and stick through this no matter what" and that I did. So naturally as my father he is the man I look to surpass one day because even when he worked 4 jobs every day he always took me to that Friday boy scout meeting. Participated in every scouting event such as service projects and camps and hikes for 4 years. Only after we moved to the city did he stop and he asked me " Do you want to transfer troops or resign". I told him " no I am going to stick this through with the troop I began with. So every Friday night I took the bus to Aiea to make the 7:30 pm meeti...
At a young age I knew I wanted to be just like my father (who is now a retired Chief in the United States Navy and has served 27 years.) My dad constantly tells me to this day make sure you take care of the ones you work with because their welfare is what really matters. Although you might have to yell at them every once in a while, you can never forget that they will always count on you for everything. You never want them to be scared of you where they cannot talk to you, but where they know the limit that they can talk to you about anything and when work needs to get done it will get done. Growing up my dad always took care of his sailors whether if hes throwing them a BBQ or having them come over for a home cooked meal. I understood very early that the military isnt about just ...
Many high school students often wonder what they are going to do after graduation. Some might go to college, others will go straight into the workforce while a small amount will join The United States Military Forces. These forces include the Air Force, Army, Navy and of course the Marine Corps. The Marines are a tough branch to get into seeing that there are many mental and physical requirements. Being in the Marine Corps does not only mean being in combat, but becoming a better person. Being a part of the Marine Corps comes with a lot of benefits, but to acquire those benefits, there requires a lot of open minded learning and preparation to get there.
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
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
I grew up in a small town and after I graduated high school I wanted more in life than a 9 to 5 job; I wanted to see the world. I had a few friends that had joined the military and had come home to visit with exciting stories about their experiences. I noticed a change in a few of them; they seemed to walk a little taller, maybe act a bit more mature. This, along with the intrigue of life outside of my small town, drew me to consider joining the military. I met a recruiter in Lakeland Florida in July of 1989 and a few months later on September 26th I raised my right hand and took the Oath of Enlistment. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.
The day I finally signed up to join the military I knew I was taking a risk in my life. I believe it is important to take risks in life to move into bigger and better things. My first huge decision I made in my life was to join the United States Air Force. My uncle was the main person who put the idea in my head but my dad and my friends thought otherwise. My parents were divorced when I was young and I didn’t have the privilege like my friends to sit down and talk their decisions through with their parents. My father was excluded from the draft after he got in a car accident and I didn’t think he was very fond me joining the service. The main reason I chose to go into the military was make the decision to serve the country. The major decision in my opinion to join the military is to have the privilege to serve your own country. I think it is great for young men and woman to have ambition to serve and it can change a person into very motivated individual. My uncle and my mother were both very supportive and thought that it would be a great decision in my life. My mother knew it would be hard to see me go but was excited of the idea of coming to visit me in Texas. I knew it was taking a big risk being on my own but I was ready for a change in my life.