Personal Narrative-The Day The Bomb Dropped

One sunny Saturday morning in Honolulu, Hawaii, Steve McGarrett had a day off, so he decided to sleep in. Steve McGarrett was part of the 5-0 task force. He was sleeping when all of a sudden, Steve was awoken by a loud knock on his door. He quickly got up and opened the door. It turned out to be his 5-0 task force mate, Dano Stevens. He stormed into his house and without saying anything, turned on the television.

My first disturbing encounter with SFC Wilson was in November 2016, we were housed in lodging across from one another and he made the remark that I should make sure my door is secure and rattled off my key door lock number. After that incident, I shoved the sofa that was in my room up against the door every night until I moved to permanent housing. I was very relieved that I would be away from him so that I could sleep better at night. The second incident was during the first course of the 42A30, SFC Wilson introduced himself to the instructors and made it known to them that he did not know what he was doing and he would need assistance from all of us. He would ask my opinion about issues or situations that he was assisting in creating

Plenty of people were talking about what had happened, from the soldiers and leadership of 1st Armored Division, to the families waiting for us back in Friedberg, Germany. The incident had even been reported on in the Middle Eastern edition of the Stars and Stripes newspaper, being referred to as a showdown. But not everyone was there. And if it were not for my squads training, cohesiveness, and diligent house search during a mission to check and clear supposedly empty houses in the north eastern sector in the Iraqi town of Tal Afar, it could have been that no one would have ever even known about the guy in the hole in the wall. As it turned out, though, the first house we entered to gain access to the roof in order to pull security for

“Just another day at the office” my Sergeant said. It was June 3rd, 1944, we were preparing for one of the biggest missions of the century. We would be named the 101st Airborne Division and it would be one of the worst turning points in my life. We were training for over a year for this day. We had to act fast because it was right before D-Day.

Some people may ask me why I am writing this now. Why I didn't tell everyone before. Well, I finally have an answer. I used to tell myself that nobody would believe me if I told my story, but the truth is... I wasn't ready to tell it. It's been 68 years and I'm still not ready. I can never forget what happened during the summer of 1943, and although I might try, a part of me doesn't want to let go... Not yet. I don't think I'll ever be ready to tell my tale, but this is a tale that needs to be told. My time is slowly coming to an end and I don't have much longer...so... here

"Is it that hard to be serious for once?!" I yelled. Matt looked speechless. "You know what? Just forget about it." I sighed as I slammed the door behind me.

In the city that never sleeps, silence fell upon the people. A memorial covered with flowers was transfigured from the steeple. Standing still, staring in complete disbelief, Our hearts were torn with instant grief.

Its was June of 2008, and the rain was coming down harder than ever. We were at a wedding reception in Des Moines, Iowa. Why were we even here when there are annoying beeping sounds all over, from the phones. We all started dancing and having fun until… my dad, Michael received a call from a friend. Wide eye stare as he frantically looks around the room. Then he whispers something into my mom, Hillary’s ear and she panicked. My sister, Lauren and I were having the best time dancing and playing around the room when my mom grabs my hand and says…

The year was 2007 and my brother Eric had just returned home from deployment to Iraq and the mood was ecstatic around the house. My dad was welling up with tears, finally being able to see his oldest child returning home from service. Mom was also very happy as well, repeatedly fondling over Eric as soon as he entered the house. Eric and I had always been close, even though there was a decent age gap between us of 15 years. We talked for hours about what his time was like in Iraq and in the military; he seemed open to talking about it even though he witnessed some fairly nightmarish experiences. Eventually I got the bright idea to challenge him to a wrestling match on the lawn even though he had 120 pounds on me. He tried to talk me out of

It was just a normal day of work well I thought it was in the South Tower of New York city I was working on the 104th floor working on a newspaper for the New York times and I was just typing in something interesting and important article to let the rest of New York city to know what had happened and to be careful of what happened, when I was almost done with the article my boss came in and gave me the money that I worked for and as soon as I gotten out of my seat to go have lunch an airplane that was heading straight into the tower hit the building on the 90th floor, there was such an impact on the building that I flew across the room and I lost all of the energy that I had so that I wouldn't get up I looked over

When I was twelve years old I didn’t watch the news. Sure, I would sit on the couch with my father as he tuned in every night. He would have his feet up on the coffee table, watching Greta, O’Reilly, or whatever other host the Fox News Network had on at the time. I would have my feet up on the same table, watching the same clips on screen but still goofing around on my Gameboy Advance. I would see the news headlines and clips every night, but I never really watched the news until I was twelve years old. The first news story I ever felt compelled to watch was a special broadcast honoring the anniversary of the September 11th attacks. I don’t think there will be another two hours in my life that will change me as profoundly as that special did.

On the morning of september 11, 2001, something happened. People went to work in new york as they regularly did. My job in the world trade center. I arrived in my lambo and crashed into a bush because, I was late for a meeting,because i woke up 20 minutes late.

If you go down, you will find a way to get back up and thank whoever brought you down because he just made you that much stronger.

that we're conditioned to not ask questions and have been marginalized into this as our only source of news .

July 31, 2001 was a happy day for a lot of people, but for me, it was the start of war - a war for survival, a war for independence, a war for justice. Born seven and a half weeks early, I spent the first two months of my life in artificial warmth, artificial breath, artificial life, for the time oblivious to the beginnings of war.