My Military Journey As I finished packing my bags, I hear the doorbell ring. I stumble over my bag trying got out of my bedroom to the door. I looked though the peephole and there stood my recruiter SFC Jackson come to pick me up. My parents were still asleep so I awake them and told them I was leaving and they hugged me and said, “We love you”. I tried not to tear up but I could not hold back the tears from waling in my eyes. As we drove off I could see my parents still standing in the door waving. SFC Jackson asked had I eaten breakfast and I said, no. We entered the drive thru at McDonald’s and as the drive thru cashier started to speak you could hear a loud screeching noise as she began to speak, “Welcome to McDonald’s how may I help you.” …show more content…
The butterflies have been in my stomach all night while I anticipated the alarm clock to alarm with that annoying buzzing sound. As I reached over and hit the snooze button, I could not believe it was 4 A.M. already. I went in the bathroom sat on the toilet to relieve myself and then washed my hands, washed my faced and brushed my teeth. The washcloth on my face felt as refreshing as a cool breeze on windy day. Today, I enlisted in the United States Armed Service as an Army Soldier. I made sure that I had repacked everything to make sure that I did not leave anything behind because there was no way of getting it back once I left. As I rolled the bag down the hall, I could smell the bacon and brewed coffee. I said to myself I am about to eat as much as I can because I will be eating out for a long time. Thinking to myself this is the last day I would have any freedom of doing anything I wanted to do for a long …show more content…
My heart is pounding and I am feeling flushed, I am sworn in and my life will never be the same from this day forward. I raise my right hand and repeated. "I, _____, do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; That I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God." (Title 10, US Code; Act of 5 May 1960 replacing the wording first adopted in 1789, with amendment effective 5 October 1962). I am officially a soldier in the United States Army. I could not tell what I felt now whether to jump up and down or go into a corner and cry. Crying is not on the list of things to do in the Army; you better suck it up and drive on
Battle of Bull Run My eyes shutter my eyelids feel heavy. I can barely keep them open. I take two deep breathes and I attempt to sit up. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my upper leg.
I was a coward who spent most of my time in a dark cave reminiscing on my failure as a friend. As dark as the cave was, so was my mind. There were so many things I was afraid to shine a light on, but one needed to be remembered. There was this man I liked so much that I couldn't help waving his thoughts out of my mind. Kevin Bigger, dark, tall, and agile with a rectangular face structure; he was ready to serve.
Fall Hike in October I’m running out of my house, slamming the door behind me and shouting, “I’m free!” at the top of my air-filled pink lungs. I get a few weird looks from the neighbors that are outside and a few from even the one’s inside but they’re used to my usual crazy outbursts. I don’t know if I should be worried by that or not.
This was the end, I survived here for a little over 2 years. I wasn’t Marshal Schwartz, a 35 year old man anymore, I was 566732. I needed to stay alive until I was free, I wanted to tell my tale. My first job was working in the bathrooms, however, the guards realized that my strength could be used to sweep up dead bodies. I hated that job, it was so hard to see the helpless little children.
War changes Me: The time was August 1990, I was a young man at the age of 19. President Bush Sr. had put into motion what started off as Desert Shield, later escalating into Desert Storm due to Saddam Hussein taking over the country of Kuwait and making his way to the country of Saudi Arabia. The Marines where the first one’s in with boots on the ground. The time I spent in Desert Shield/Storm helped me transform me from a young boy into a responsible man, with oh so real events that became part of American History.
It took 250$ and good deeds to create some doctor like me. Growing up I was the kid who looked at the world with open optimistic eyes. I grew up in a small city called Dora located in Iraq, the middle of three girls. I was born in the late 90s, I have been told that I was born "at the end of the good days". That's when Iraq's political circumstances were not at peace at all, at 2003 another war broke in Iraq.
The war is over. I have missed my child and wife. I can’t wait to see them again, my beautiful child is about five now. I left before I had a chance to see it come into the world. I don’t even know its name or the gender, I can’t find out; the letters and telegrams were not allowed just incase they of the chance they get intercepted by the enemy.
Being a veteran and doing three deployments has given me a totally
Cadet of the Month Have you ever been so terrified you wanted to cry, scream, and throw up at the same time? In March of 2016, I was selected to be my company’s representative for Cadet of the Month. I would answer questions about the JROTC curriculum and uniforms. Let’s just say, I was not at all thrilled. It was a normal day in JROTC, taking notes from the book, learning new vocab, listening to Sergeant Bush talk about leadership or something.
My dad served in the United States Navy for 24 years. In the spring of 2009, my dad was deployed to Afghanistan. To be specific, he left on Sunday, April 5, 2009 at 5:00 in the morning. I woke up that morning, dreading what was about to happen. My dad had been with me all my life, to think that in a few short hours that my dad would be on a bus to the airport was heartbreaking.
My mind went numb during the service. What was I supposed to do? In my mind, my grandmother was the only one that cared for me. My grandmother, the one who raise me from birth, and my parents the ones who have abandoned me to fulfill their own ambitions. What did I have to live for
First Entry: Sitting in the same eerie darkness as my comrades, I lifted my head once to see the dark outlines of their faces. Each face was hardened and darkened by the interminable warfare that each of them had struggled through. Medals, titles, they had earned them all. But what did it do? What does a title mean through the course of a raging war, where men leave their families every day, going off to a faraway land where they will never return?
From the moment I was born I was considered a military brat, I was born in Hawaii at tripler hospital because my mom was in the army and stationed there, my biological father was in the marines. When my mom remarried when I was 7, she married a man who was in the Navy. Everyone thinks being a Military brat just means you know more than other people because you 've been more places and seen more things and you get a lot of stuff you want. This is not true at all. Coming from a military background means you never have stability, you are held to a higher standard than all the other kids, and sometimes it makes you want to be in the military and only focus on that.
When I was growing up, I experienced many hardships that most people don 't endure. I grew up in the city of Phoenix, Arizona with little to nothing. I had one little sister and an older sister and brother. Even though I was young I knew how difficult my parents had it. My mom worked three jobs and my dad worked in construction just to barely support us.
Life in the war front is completely different than what I had imagined. As a Nursing Sister, or Bluebird, my job never ends, which makes writing in this journal extremely difficult. So many men come in with disgusting wounds, I feel sick just thinking about it even though I have nursing experience back home. I only joined the Royal Canadian Army Medical Corps because father decided to join the war front himself. I understand that as a militant who has aided in previous military acts would feel responsible to join the war but, he also has responsibilities at home.