Naval Officer Monologue

The Makings Of A Navy SEAL by Brandon Webb and forwarded by Marcus Luttrell is about Brandon Webb's life on his journey becoming a Navy SEAL. Brandon went through very tough times and also learned how much it took to become a Navy SEAL. After reading this book, I became captivated on Branon’s life. I think that he was a great person and was surprised how much he had to go through to become a Navy SEAL and a Navy SEAL sniper.

Several months, I have been tossing the idea about joining the Navy. My family was aware about Navy was possibility option. Recently, I have contacted a Navy Recruiter, and I have not told my family about me talking to a recruiter. My family is important aspect of my life, so the conversation needs to happen sooner than later. When I bring up the Navy conversation, my intention would ease my family in acceptance of their daughter leaving the state. Joining the Navy would impact me and my family, and the impact on my family would tribute to the difficult conversation. In following joining the Navy would impact me and my family, and the impact on my family would tribute to the difficult conversation. Underlie feeling have huge impact on person’s attributions and judgement. A difficult conversation affects the identity of a person. Therefore, intention by the conversation was important.

I had Ralph some money to use to buy as much food as possible, and also a hunting knife, I’d taken from Ship-trap Island. I allow him to go at three in the afternoon and I come after him at six near sunset. I walk slowly and look left and right. His shoes show foot prints and I laugh at the clueless mistake he had made, that showed I could easily kill him.

I stare eerily at the horizon in front of me, as the boat lurches back and fourth across the sea sickening waves. Struggling to stand up, I finally give in, and sit down amongst my fellow comrades, The Queen’s Royal Lancers. Outranking the rest of my men entitled me to stay with the Japanese officers, our captors, but I refused to leave my men. Three weeks ago while running a simple scouting mission on a naval supply depot the Japanese possessed, my second in command Jack Merridew decided to trade sides, and dessert our scouting party. He willingly gave up the rest of us in exchange for money, and for the status of an officer in the Imperial Japanese Navy. Now the dastardly traitor wines, and dines with the Japanese as the rest of us are

No “greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” (John 15:13, KJV) That verse has such a profound meaning. Giving your life so that someone may live is the ultimate sacrifice. In the military, we are asked to commit to that possibility. There may come a day when we are asked to give our lives to save those of our fellow service men or women.

I heard knock at my office door. Now this is when I get annoyed, no one is supposed to bother me when I was in my office. Unless it was a matter of importance or the training of the new recruits or fleshies as we call them. ''Come on in '' I said. Parker Luciani walked into my office. He was Caucasian, British-Italian with shoulder length black hair. He has chocolate-brown eyes and was dressed in a black-blue shirt under a green BSAA jacket and blue jeans with sneakers. He had a smirk on his face and two coffees in his

He arrived three years ago, bitter and angry. He was 11, six years my minor, and in those awful "tween" stages, as Pearl called it. He had a shock of brown hair, a sharp contrast to our dyed neon hair, and he refused to dye his to match. He had stormy green eyes and a sharp tongue that got him into more trouble than it was worth.

“Oh look here comes that 50 tooth filled shark again. The stalker. Do I really look like I am just some scaredy-cat stranded in the middle of the ocean, well think again I… -am definitely not. You annoying shark you just bolt through the water and every time a stick my tongue out at you. You just shoot a nasty glimpse back.

Gold suited You see time is an object that runs short. We treasure it in all ways and if not anything else we would fight for a lengthier existence. People around my home world have this thin timeline with never ending tension ready to unravel into halves. Every person has an hourglass trickling away to what many dream of being reversible, but soon will only be accounted for by another.

My goal in life is to serve our country as a United States Naval Officer. Growing up in a family surrounded by military personnel has made an immense impact on my life and will allow me to understand what it takes to be one of our nations finest leaders. I have witnessed firsthand the dedication, hard work, and sacrifices made by my father while serving in the United States Air Force and I am eager to use the values that he has instilled in me since an early age. Although a tradition of military service is common in my family, it has never been an innate verdict for me to serve. Serving in the United States Navy (USN) is a personal choice and I recognize the responsibilities that come with commissioning as a Naval Officer. I trust the USN will provide exceptional training and career enhancing opportunities that will allow me to develop into a top-notch officer.

The United States of America has not always been the world superpower that it is today. The same goes for its Navy. In the first several years of existence, the United States Navy was not a formidable fighting force. The young nation was hesitant to invest in a navy for many reasons, one of them being to prevent provoking the world powers of the time, France and Britain. On top of that, navies were very expensive to build and required a significant amount of resources to maintain, which the U.S. did not have at the time. To say that the United States Navy was ill prepared for war would be a dramatic understatement. The U.S. had a total of fifteen ships in its entire naval fleet compared to the might of the Royal Navy which possessed over six hundred warships. Even with the odds stacked against the U.S., President Madison declared war on 18 JUN 1812. The lack of size and power of the navy at the time would make it extremely difficult to satisfy the needs of the newly founded nation.

The next day, the 5th of November, at twelve, the delay would (morally speaking) expire; after that time, Commander Farragut, faithful to his promise, was to turn the course to the southeast and abandon forever the northern regions of the Pacific.

And I've always known that you'd never care, but I'll be honest this is an all time low

I know it's been a while and I’ve been fine, up until now, because something came up. Marcus died. It happened on O'connell street in the capital of dublin. I was there when it happened. The enemy had me pinned down, but that didn’t stop me from winning. I got curious to as of who he was, seeing as of how good he was, but that's when I realised my mistake. When I checked out who it was, I discovered that it was Marcus. I didn't think about who was shooting at me from the distance, only the fact that he was. He died at my hands, and I never even thought it would be him, the enemy sniper, it had never crossed my mind! But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s dead. He’s dead, because of my decision. I felt a wave of nauseous, and all these emotions,

Thanks for writing to me and my brothers some time back. I hope Chester is O.K. I just wanted you to know what’s happened to us since we joined the army. This is an awfully bloody war, and we have been in the thick of it. I have never seen so many dead and wounded soldiers. I guess I’m one of the lucky ones. I had one of my legs hurt so bad they had to cut it off below my knee. I had a good doctor and my nurse is just wonderful. They are going to send me to a larger hospital in a couple of days that is further behind the lines. Freddie was with me during the battles and was stabbed in the back by a rebel soldier. I was able to save him by getting a medic on the battle field to get him to a field hospital. I think he will be O.K., but his right