Captain Of The Colorguard-Personal Narrative

We were trapped in a house. There were redcoats surrounding the house. All we had was a bayonet and a knife. John was almost dead. He might as well be dead, having been stabbed, shot 3 times and attacked by rabbits (Don’t ask). John pointed out the window and said, “Look”.

I was in the Marine Corps serving under Third battalion Eleventh marines Mike Battery in Twenty-Nine Palms California from 2009-2013. What our unit did was put rounds down range, oorah. We were an artillery battery, think modern day cannons. As far as twenty-nine palms all you have to imagine is sand in a five hundred square foot mile area. My job as Ammo chief was to insure the safe handling and transportation of hundred pound high explosive bombs. On one partially long training exercise I was instructed to take my marines and four ‘7-ton’ trucks and go to the rear to load up with more ammo. No problem, I’ve done this before but on this occasion when I was going to return the battery would have moved positions. So they gave me the grid number

I just could not believe what happened. My night was going so good, then all of a sudden it turned into a nightmare. The entire ride home I just stared out the window at the pitch black sky. My dad and I never spoke a word the whole time. When we approached the place where I wrecked, I tensed up and closed my eyes. It made me sick to my stomach to see the truck upside down. The next thing I knew we were pulling into my driveway. When I got inside, I hugged my dad and told him I loved him and I was sorry for what happened. I then did what the nurse said and went in the shower. As I stood in the shower with the warm water hitting my face, the accident kept playing over and over in my head. With all of the glass and dirt washed out of my hair, I went to bed. It was beyond relaxing to lay in my bed. I layed there for a few moments,then slowly drifted to

About two weeks ago I went to Sioux Falls, South Dakota to go kart racing at Thunder Road. It was about a two hour drive. When my grandparents and I got there I was afraid I was going to crash, so we played some mine golf to calm me down. A half an hour later, it was time. As I was gripping the steering wheel my hands were sweaty, somehow the race started and I didn’t know it so, I was in last place. I was doing fine for the first two laps with the wind blowing in my face. Then, it happened, I had crashed and spun in a full circle. After the race I had found out I had a cut on my neck from the seat belt, but then my grandpa bought eight more tickets, four for each of us. My grandpa and I were driving right next to each other and he told

Here in summit it's a peaceful town there is hardly any fight and next to no crime but the only distraction would be mr.dorset's son. that child of his is something else. His son likes to go by red chief oh can that boy stir up some trouble just last month he was using my cattle as target practice, red chief really does get on every folks bad side. but not here lately we haven't seen the little rascal there are rumors of him being held ransom i was just relishing my time of solitude i thought the kid would never be back here. but all that changed later last night when i was lying back in my on the porch I say around 10:00 or 11:00 pm i seen these three strange dark figures. two of them were tall but one short i didn't think much of it i was

While I was stacking cards I heard a bunch of people yelling “ he’s back, Red Chief is back!” The good and the bad things are 50/50, the good thing is that the parents of the spoiled trouble-making you call of a kid is reunited with him. The bad thing is that the people who dislike him the most has to deal with his nonsense again, I ignored the message and went back to stacking my poker cards, you know, mining my own business. The next day, while I was sleeping I heard a loud and annoying noise that woke me up, so I rolled out of my comfy bed and search for the noise. I kept listening and searching everywhere, and by the time I step foot into the kitchen, there was something missing from there, if I remember correctly, there was supposed

It was a warm Summer night in July, when i finally laid my head on my pillow after a relaxing day. I had began to get used to my days being this peaceful. Usually i would be all wound up, worrying about the damage my next door neighbors son is causing. The little boy’s name is Red Chief, or should i say little monster because that’s what he acts like. As i laid in bed i thought that maybe i should mow my grass in the morning. I had just bought a new riding lawn mower, and i wanted to test it out. I would be able to do that now without Red Chief being in my way. So the next morning, i got up just as the sun rose to start my day. I continued my way to my garage where my new mower was so that i could mow the grass. As i approached the doors i

Many teens, so-called “younger generation”, seem too connected to their phones and have begun to text and drive. According to Sherry Turkle, “Roman, eighteen, admits that he texts while driving and he is not going to stop. ‘I know I should, but it is not going to happen. If I get a Facebook message or something posted on my wall, I have to see it. I have to” (Turkle 429). Even though teens know that they are doing something wrong, they still do it because they think nothing will happen. Just because we have not experienced accidents, does not mean it will not happen. Just think of all the people who have said the same thing. They think accidents are a world away from their own reality. No one seems to think about what can happen to other people as well as themselves. Everyone should think of others because just a little glance on your

July 13th 2015, I began a journey that changed entirety of myself for the better. I woke up that morning in the hotel room I was assigned; I’d been waiting and training for an entire year in anticipation of that day. I was finally on my way to Great Lakes, Illinois to attend Naval Bootcamp under contract to attend “Basic Underwater Demolition/Seal Class 317” afterwards. I was was only 19 but it felt as if I was coming straight out of high school. I’d never lived anywhere else other than with my mother in North Georgia, so leaving the state and starting a new life was a little odd. I remember July 12th when I got in the recruiting recruiting station’s van to take me to the hotel. I was trying so hard to be strong, yet I couldn't stop myself from tearing up once my mother was out of view. It was sad to leave her behind, but I was sure I had my life figured out

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

My hands were gripped so tightly to the wheel that they started to sweat, I put pressure on the gas pedal and drove off. It had been a long hard soccer practice. Constant running and jumping and my legs were exhausted. I opened the door of my dad’s BMW and jumped into the backseat with my younger brother Oliver. Beginning to take off my soccer cleats and shin guards, I was telling my dad about how cool my learner’s permit looked and felt. We were going home our usual route on K7 highway when all of the sudden my dad exited the highway onto College Boulevard. Oliver and I turned to look at each other, wondering why he was going home a different way. My father turned around and said, “Hop in the driver’s seat Jos.”

In the prime age of sixteen, I felt an inspirational rite of passage. My endurance through Drivers Ed guaranteed me my license which I wanted desperately. Furthermore, my father had permitted me to drive his white 2002 Dodge Ram truck; and after eleven years of its existence, its appearance was still flawless and shattered anything in its way. While driving it, I felt invincible, so invincible I could jump over any hurtle, obstacle, you name it. I intentionally found reasons to drive it like: going to the store, the bank, visiting family members, and of course hanging out with my friends. In the early spring of 2013, I was returning home from eating lunch with my hilarious friend, Wade, at Rupes, the best burger joint in town. My foot all the way on the gas petal, my left hand out the window, and my eyes on the road was my last good memory before it happened.

Now, I wasn’t sure what to do because I knew I was going to get in trouble because I didn’t go home after point B. I called my sister and she came to help me, the only problem was she didn’t know what to do and she was angry because I was driving her car and crashed it. Calling my mom was the only option at the time and boy was I scared and shaky when calling her. My mom came and my sister left to head home. My mom got into the car and I got into hers and we drove both cars home. The Eclipse was drivable just enough to get home. We called the neighborhood Home Association to advise them of what had happened and to ask them to send us a bill. The excitement I had felt earlier

The Captain walked over to his chair, he sat down in the seat and he put the key in the ignition and started the engine of the ship. He made sure everyone was at their stations, before he took the ship out into space. Octavia and I were in the backroom, putting on our uniforms and grabbing our weapons for the mission. Octavia grabbed a giant sword from of the stand on the wall and looked at me with a big grin and said “ You want to see something really cool !!” I though for a second or two, if I should be worried or not, then I answered with a resounding. “Yes!!” She then raised the sword and struck the solid steel bench, that we had been setting on with all her might, she had cut it completely in half. I could not believe it, with only a

On the night of October 25, 2014 an incident happened that forever changed my perspective on driving. After only obtaining my driver’s license for three days, I had become too confident due to the fact that I was involved in an accident as a result of my human error. “Crashes and near crashes are more common in the first six months of independent driving than in the following year, a new study that observed teenage drivers using cameras and other sensors has found.” (Vol.46, No. 11.)