Personal Narrative Essay: The Injury Of Blood

The day started just like any day at FOB (Forward Operating Base) Sharana, in Afghanistan. I woke up at 0630 grabbed my uniform, shower hygiene, and walked to the shower trailers, so I could go to duty at 0900. Walking back from the showers I began to think about my family. I wish they understood how much I love them. Mommy is not leaving them, but doing this for them. Tears began to form in my eyes. I can do this, I will just call them later to tell them how much I love them, and that mommy misses them. As I was walking back I ran into Chief Warrant Officer 2 Tutt. CW2 Tutt was in the same company that I was in. He was a nice, strong, caring leader. He was a preacher back at our home station. As he approached me, I noticed he was crying. I’ve never seen him cry before. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “It’s Delgado” he said while beginning to cry harder. “He…he…shot himself!” I could barely make out his last words because he was so emotional. He shot himself? There’s no way, I just talked to him last night! “When did you find this out chief?” “It happened right now! I heard a gunshot and ran to see what was happening…and there he was…I couldn’t save him!” I noticed CW2 Tutt looking down at his hands. He still had blood on them.

The building was empty when suddenly I my leg was grabbed , I reacted fast and pulled out my trench knife and jerked my leg away from the grasp of the hand, but I looked down at the now wet street only to see one of the men who I shot but apparently never ended, he crawled  to me gasping for air as his throat filled with the  blood from the wound in his neck, I looked into his eyes that filed with  blood and at that moment the soldier said “ Please….p p p please  help me…..(cough,cough)  I…..I have a wife and daughter.” I faced  a decision at that time,  the monster who  am or  the monster that they say I am. I grasped the man in between my arms and brought him closer to my body, I whispered a prayer that my mother taught me when i was a child,”Father..forgive those who have forsaken me and forgive those who have forsaken you.” The soldier's tears of blood ran down  my uniform, as I pierced his heart with my blade. I lay him down on the path and as he drew his last breath, he thanked me.  The shed door creaked slowly as i peered into the warm and sheltered air that was hiding from the storm. The General stood there in his dark grey coat, covered in badges and symbols, a beacon of authority to all the soldiers under his influence. I tried to silence

From the roof of the car a man appeared and from the side an old woman approached the car. The old woman was an informer. I had to kill both of them. Suddenly, from the other side a shot fired and hit me. Taking off my cap, I placed it over the muzzle of my rifle. I Then pushed the rifle slowly upward over the parapet, until the cap was visible from the opposite side of the street. Almost immediately a bullet pierced the center of the cap. I slanted the rifle forward. The cap clipped down into the street. Then catching the rifle in the middle, I dropped my left hand over the roof and let it hang, lifelessly. After a few moments I let the

I listened to the weapon’s high pitched tone lessen as it discharged behind me. It didn’t take long before I heard the familiar beep notifying me that the weapon was harmless once again. From what was standing before me in my doorway (at that particular moment), I was happy one part of my body could still function. although, breathing was necessary, what was between my ears was what had more importance for now. What was standing in front of me had instantly froze my feet in place, had widened my eyes as far as they could go, and stopped my heart. I didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do.

Reaching across the center console of my car, I imagined the commute that I had into school. My 1992 Jeep Cherokee courageously braved the snowstorm of the year, with only one functional windshield wiper and a forlorn four wheel drive system. As I turned onto the Merritt Parkway, a Honda Civic swerved past me and proceeded to weave in and out of the afternoon traffic. Fast-forward sixty seconds and that Honda was now engulfed by the powder white trees which bound the highway. Instinctively, I pulled up behind the crash site, dialing 911 as I ran over to the mangled wreck. I peered into the car, my pupils the size of marbles, and the driver seemed uninjured; regardless, I proceeded to reassure the driver that Emergency Medical Technician’s/Paramedic’s

“Fear is an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous.” Rainsford is an experienced hunter who fell off a yacht, and swam to a nearby Ship Trap Island. Once he got on the island, he found shelter with a deadly General Zaroff. Great fear was then sparked in Rainsford when Zaroff forced him to be hunted in a three-day long game. Thus, Rainsford will most likely never hunt again after suffering through the damaging trauma of the game.

Your mother was brought in by the ambulance on January 19. She was having difficulty speaking, swallowing and was showing signs of paralysis on her right side. Your mother has a history of high blood pressure and high cholesterol. Your father said that she is taking medication daily. Your father said that your mother has been fine until her face started drooping and she complained of having a headache. Your father stated that she was unable to drink her coffee without it spilling down her face and she was reaching in the cupboard when her arm started to fall. She was getting up from the kitchen table when she collapsed and was not able to get up without help. Your mother then was not able to move and could not swallow or talk.

As we continued along the trail, we were stopped by a very steep hill. Hunter announced that we should dump some stuff from our wagon in order to get on top of the hill. I dump my a tired that I bought recently and a barrel with nothing in it. The trip up the hill was a pain. It took so long to get up the hill I almost fell asleep. My leg was sore and I thinking about giving up. Finally we made it to the top of the hill and we realized that we had to go down the hill. We decided to use our own ropes and slowly descend our wagon one by one. When we descend Curtis’s wagon, Curtis almost fell. He was able to caught himself before he fell down the hill. Well all went down the hill and as we were going down the hill, we saw a divine blue spring

A time I had to overcome adversity in my life was when I became injured during the middle of cheer tryouts. At the time I was very passionate about competitive cheer, and my goal was to make the junior five team. When I got to tryouts everyone was tumbling, stunting and doing the dance routine. My adrenaline was pumping as I went to warm up my tumbling and throw a roundoff, back handspring, layout. I was determined to accomplish this for tryouts and impress my coach, but I was still very nervous. As I was running into the roundoff back handspring, I knew something was bound to go wrong. The next thing I knew I was in the middle of the air and suddenly landed on my knees, with my ankle twisted under me. My face got bright

Katlynn was out of the hospital after about a week and a half. All of us girls cleaned the house spotless upon her arrival. That may not sound like much, but we were young girls that lived on a farm, so being messy was pretty much our thing. Katlynn came home and we all showered her with hugs. The first week she was home we watched her like a hawk, trying not to make it noticeable. Since Kate got out of the hospital she has to take pills every morning and night, and she had to make a trip to Mason city twice a year. Today she only goes once a year because she hasn’t suffered a seizure since. There have been a few scares here and there, though. It’s been seven and a half years since that terrible day, and Kate’s doing great. She is at the age

I was eight months old when my chubby little body broke its strongest bone. Being my outgoing, curious self I was beginning to become more and more comfortable with the edges of my parents bed. With my brother not paying attention, I decided to test my knowledge of life. The result of me falling to the ground is captured in photographs, a chubby kid with a groin high blue cast, sitting on top of the same bed.

The summer between my freshman and sophomore year of high school I was at my house with my family and my friends. They live in Ohio, but we all have houses in the same neighborhood at the lake. When we are all together we ride four wheelers down to the lake, around the neighborhood, and just have fun together.

Blood. Ablazing red ran through my veins. The feeling of acrimony possessed me and rage blinded my sensibility. I stared straight ahead and got loss in my memories that held me back from moving on. I ran straight ahead towards the man. The man I once loved and respected, but now he is nothing but a pusillanimous monster. The blood seeped through the cracks. As tears slipped down my face, we both charged towards each other as I kept my pain held back.

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and

It was a cold fall morning with a light layer of snow on the ground from last night and I was ready to get the day going. I was out hunting this morning with my brother hoping that we were going to get the deer to fill our tags. We split up like we always do. I Went to the swamp he went to the feild. On my way there I was seeing what I thought were bobcat tracks but I didn't worry about it so I went checked to see if there was any markings in the near by tree line, Except there was nothing but another foot print in the trees behind the left side bank. There was nothing that was looking like there was anything that resembled a deer track to a scuf mark on any of the trees near the bank but when I got back