I remember standing there, dirty, covered in moon dust from my head to my feet. As sweat moved down my face, leaving a clean trail through the dirt that had settled on it, my mind began to wonder and race. I thought to myself, why was I here, what did he do to deserve this, and why was I not in his place? Chaos filled the scene, but at the same time we controlled, yet my focus was currently on one individual. Who was this one guy, dressed all in shambles of an outfit, how had he changed my life in such a dramatic way? What I didn’t realize at the time was the effect this nobody would have on the rest of my life. I was both physically and mentally exhausted. The last forty eight hours had been a train wreck of emotions. While I had …show more content…
Nether the less, here we were. The platoon stayed in
Kuwait for a few weeks, and we grew more and more nervous as we could feel the time getting closer to fly north. We had no clue as to where we were going, but we all knew we had our
Senior Scout to lean on for advice and sometimes with just a simple it will be alright pep talk. After a few weeks out time finally came to start our movement north, little did we know that we were heading to a FOB unknown by any of us. Rocket me was the name of this FOB.
There was a very good reason as to why it had this nickname, which my platoon came to quickly realize within the first 24 hours of arriving. We moved into a flimsy tin building that seemed as a pellet gun could put a hole in. Yet again our Senior Scout had been there to ease our minds with a simple phrase from his mouth, and a half crooked smile. Finally we settled in and met our counterparts that we were conducting TOA with. They always seemed so tired and worn down, but at the time their eyes were full of glee, as they knew their relief was here and soon they would be leaving and going home to their loved ones. Only a few days into being on the
organized into 'A', 'B', and 'C' platoon, and was given the designation of 'D' platoon,
migrants moved North to escape from Jim Crow and the disgrace in economic opportunities in the South, going North was seen to bring about a better living for individuals and families....
Canadians who had been itching to get into action for two years, were flung into battle ill-prepared and
As they closer and closer to the North Pole the men we getting tired but something in Plaisted made every man want to keep going. On there trip the men had to overcome wind speeds up to 60 mph and cracks in the ice up to 4 ft wide. Then one day in may of 1967 the wind and cracked ice was just to much to overcome and the men had to turn back, Although the next year with careful planning and no fear Plaisted took off on this expedition again. As Kuralt stayed back in Cedar Rapids, IA over the radio to Plaisted he asked. “ Where is you location?” and Plaisted reported back, “ Ninety degrees north!”
into the sky for a resolution, a sign of hope. But it did not give
They took off without any problems. The weather was pleasant and they were fully equipped and ready. Until 3:45 p.m., the tower operators in Fort Lauderdale received a bizarre message from the flight leader, Lt. Charles Taylor. Lt. Taylor reported that they could not see land and that they were off-course. He also reported that they were lost. Baffled, the tower operators told Lieutenant Taylor to go westward, but he answered that they did not know which way west was.
Nowadays, it is a very dangerous and risky adventure to take a ship to the Northern Sea. We are so advanced in technology, but still no one wants to risk their lives. The captain and his crew were traveling during the navigation season, but they were facing fog and icebergs on their way. They were stuck in ice and mist for a whole day. Finally, around two o?clock the fog and mist was gone and they could only see the endless ice surrounding them.
On the 24th of November we were sent home for a week to say goodbye to family and friends before we were shipped across the ocean to die.
We soldiers set out on foot not too long later, led by the brave general, George Washington. It was December now, and the cold, brisk, winter air sent shivers down my spine. We would eventually run low on supplies, and there were even some soldiers who were marching through the icy, frigid, snow barefoot. As we approached the Delaware River, feelings of doubt crossed my, and I’m sure the other soldier’s minds.
of men who had lost their lives in their effort to reach it [North Pole], I felt
He was walking all over you and he only did it because you did not
We went to the airport and found out that we had a jumbo jet to take
new apartment that had enough bedrooms that I could live there. It had never crossed my