Preview

Jim Golemafi Narrative

Good Essays
Open Document
Open Document
426 Words
Grammar
Grammar
Plagiarism
Plagiarism
Writing
Writing
Score
Score
Jim Golemafi Narrative
I groaned and rolled over, blinking the stars out of my eyes. My head hurt like crazy and I squinted against the sliver of light glaring through the cracks above me. I slowly tilted my head, trying to figure out where I was. It looked like a small cave or something. The last thing I remembered was diving behind a pile of rocks before a grenade went off and my world exploded. My name is Jim Golemafi and I was an ex-army commander recruited to fight in the Afghanistan war.
As my eyes slowly started to adjust to the dark cave, I carefully scanned each corner, hoping this wasn’t some animal’s hideout, or worse, the Taliban’s. In the very far corner, I could see a shape standing out from the smooth stone walls. My hand fumbled in the dirt, looking for a rock or some sort of weapon that I could defend myself with. When I managed to push myself up and creep over, I discovered a
…show more content…
Papa?”
She tearfully ran a finger across her neck.
It took me about ten minutes to convince her that I wasn’t there to harm her. She said she had been captured and sent to a camp but had managed to slip away last night. We had both stumbled into the cave by dumb luck—or, maybe, fate. I explained to her that if we waited until night, we could sneak back to the base, and maybe she could start fresh in America. She agreed; anything was better than her life here.
We waited until it was dark and then crept out of our sanctuary, sprinting from hiding place to hiding place. By morning, the American base was in sight and I instinctively sped up, not noticing that my counterpart had stopped for a rest. A shot rang out over desert. I spun around, frantically searching for her. Then our eyes locked; the life was quickly draining out of her face as she collapsed to the sandy ground. I heard muffled shouting, felt someone picking me up, and I was then dragged through the gates of the US base. Within a week, my tour ended and I left Afghanistan forever.
“And that, grandson, is why I quit the

You May Also Find These Documents Helpful

  • Powerful Essays

    In military history, any conflict can stand out as a perfect example of mission success or a heartfelt reminder of how dangerous and complex the operational environment can be. In March of 2002, there was one of the finest displays of Bravery, Gallantry, Cunning, and sheer will to survive by any human being, a remarkable feat considering the small number of personnel involved. It was a strategic mission by the United States and other Coalition Forces, in order to gain key terrain that would influence the enemy and ultimately lead to their defeat. This is the Historical Case Study of the Battle of Takur Ghar in Afghanistan. It was later dubbed Roberts Ridge, in order to pay homage to the battle that ensued…

    • 1824 Words
    • 8 Pages
    Powerful Essays
  • Good Essays

    A collaboration of short stories behind the scenes of an exciting era in American history. The author portrays many different point of views throughout the stories from the actual soldiers to the people who worked around the bases of Iraq and Afghanistan to the priests and chaplains that helped keep the soldiers sane. Though the book suffered slightly from its overuse of military jargon it flourished with great imagery and the clear, enjoyable voice. Also, the different point of views help correlate the different perspectives and at times touches upon Phil Klay’s personal connections to the book.…

    • 846 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    As I read the first two pages of chapter twenty I pictured what Amir had witnessed and felt an overwhelming feelings of empathy, sorrow and gratefulness that I would mostly never have to see that in my life and how when he walked through his old neighborhood all his old memories would forever be haunted by ruined and death ridden place he once called home. This is another window that shows the reader another daily event Afghan’s witnessed walking through there own or old neighborhoods. For example it said, “I had a friend there once,’ Farid said ‘he was a very good bicycle repairman. He played the tabla well too. Then Taliban killed him and his family and burned the village.” This quote was an example of one of the several thousand Afghan’s who have seen or heard of family, friends or neighbors killed by the Taliban for a plethora of unknown reasons. This two pages reveal to the audience one out of plenty troubling and horrendous ordeals that people dealt with for possible all their lives living in Afghanistan after the war.…

    • 223 Words
    • 1 Page
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Rafael Mendez

    • 602 Words
    • 2 Pages

    It was July 2011 in Helmand Province Afghanistan. We are awakened at the crack of dawn by the Muslim incantations being recited by the locals as the Marines get up and get ready they grunt and yell turn that crap off. We are on our way out of Camp Dwyer back to Camp Leatherneck as we move along the route I see Afghani performing their prayers some are standing some are, kneeling.…

    • 602 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Yet while our principles continue, unscarred and secure, the same is not true in Afghanistan. There, the peaceful teachings of Islam have been cast aside, and instead are used to promote violence. There, women have no rights to education. There, human trafficking and massacres against civilians have become common. There, leaders are self-appointed. We are fighting for their safety and protection as much as our own. The battle we share stems from a desire to fight those oppressing freedom, not civilians caught in the crossfire. Food, refuge, and medical aid will be available to our friends.…

    • 534 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Mike Clark Narrative

    • 1580 Words
    • 7 Pages

    Dwight D. Eisenhower once said, “I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity.” War creates many experiences that continues to play an evident role in many soldiers lives. One particular soldier, Mike Clark, globally shares his story of being a Vietnam veteran, and the difficult times that he underwent during the Vietnam War. Clark’s personal story is unique because of the difficult decisions he makes and the factors that cause him to make them. Clark explains the reality behind joining the military and witnessing the tragedies that are experienced during the war. While exploring Mike Clark’s Vietnam War story and remembering the war veterans, it is important to consider…

    • 1580 Words
    • 7 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    I see myself laying down and looking at the sky. It looked like I was in heaven. When I got up I saw a house. I went inside and saw a paper. It said that my mission is to kill the Ender Dragon. I didn't know a thing about Ender Dragon. I searched the house and looked at the world. the world was made up of blocks. Not one block or two blocks. Thousands of them. Haphazardly I realized that I was in mine-craft. A game that I used to play this game when I was seven years old. I thought that it was only a dream, so I tried to wake myself up. But I couldn't. I still thought that it was a dream and went with it. Near me was a waterfall and some chickens. I went in my house. There was a chest, laying there, and I opened the chest. When I opened…

    • 616 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Powerful Essays

    Music has always been a very important part of my life. As a child, I was mesmerized by Disney’s Fantasia 2000 and watched the Disney sing-a-longs over and over. I began playing piano at a young age, and in middle school added more instruments to my list, such as flute, saxophone, and ukulele. I have had many opportunities to perform both solos and ensemble performances, but none of them have impacted me as much as my interactions with an elderly man named Mr. Roland Goff, or as we called him in my church, Brother Goff. When I was in 5th grade, I played a piano song in church entitled A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief. A couple years later, Brother Goff’s wife passed away and my family started spending more time with him. He told me he remembered the song I played in 5th grade and how much he loved it. I had many other opportunities to play in church as well, and he remembered and enjoyed each of them. It was then that I started…

    • 1783 Words
    • 8 Pages
    Powerful Essays
  • Good Essays

    Memoirs from the trenches

    • 878 Words
    • 4 Pages

    It’s cold. My feet are wet and everywhere I turn I see rats. Remember how excited and happy I was to enter into this war? Well, that changed once I stepped foot on these grounds. Remember when I kissed Angela on the forehead right before I left and I said, “I’ll be home soon to kiss you again.” Well, I think that was our last kiss. Remember how I said everything will be alright and I’ll be perfectly fine.” Well, I regret saying that. Remember how I said. “Its only a summer war mom. No need to be so worried. I’ll be back, right before Christmas eve.” Well, that turned into a lie. It’s disgusting. There’s not much to eat around here, so I eat lice and the rats that I can find. I haven’t taken a shower in over two weeks. I wish I was home right now wrapped up in that warm blanket you made me. These trenches they have us in are so small. It seems like everything around me is crammed up. Maybe it’s just me. You know how claustrophobic I get sometimes. It’s horrible here. Every day, every hour, one of the friends I had made here at this war is gone. Their bodies, lifeless and cold on these floors. No one cares to pick them up and move them. So they just lie there. As I walk past them I look at their faces. Roger Linopsy. That’s the last body I saw before I wrote this letter to you. Two kids and a wife back home. Well, he no longer has a home. He’s in heaven where the rest of my 184 friends I’ve made in this war are. Yes im keeping track. Every name, it’s written down on these few papers I have, because if I ever get out of this brutal war I want to tell their families myself that they passed on to a better life than what they were living. No family member deserves to hear that their loved one has passed away from someone that barely knew them. As I look around I see smoke coming from everywhere. I hear gun fires coming from everywhere. Yelling, screaming, and cries for help…

    • 878 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Better Essays

    It was 115 degrees; the platoon was walking through the middle of the desert each of them with 40 pounds of gear on and an M16A2 rifle. It was summer time in the country of Afghanistan and the temperature was rising. At this point I asked myself what the hell I am doing here and why did I join the United States Army? Right when I was thinking that I felt a tug on my leg and there stood a young boy about 7 years old with only one arm, “Candy,Candy” he asked. Upon speaking with the local villagers we found out that his arm was taken from an improvised explosive device (IED) planted there by the rebeles that wanted to “rid their country of the weak”. That is when it occurred to me that I was here to protect my country from those that think that we are weak.…

    • 1911 Words
    • 8 Pages
    Better Essays
  • Good Essays

    the jets flew in for the attack on the Taliban machine gunners and used two missiles to take them down and finished the fight. we ran back behind a tree line to avoid the missile blasts…

    • 606 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Satisfactory Essays

    Pojoe Narrative

    • 633 Words
    • 3 Pages

    “I’ve found him a good home, with a big yard and a nice family,” she said and wiped my tears. The next day we took him to his new home. It was hard to see him leave, but I hoped he would like it there. After that day I always wondered if he would miss me. I gave up on our bond. I still think about him, and I hope he thinks about me sometimes…

    • 633 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Satisfactory Essays
  • Powerful Essays

    I was accused by some Nazi soldiers and wrongly brought here.” I said, raising my chin higher. She has no idea what I’ve been through, she can’t possibly know what it’s like to be betrayed by the people you support. How revolting it is to see people think they know better than you. She probably broke into a bank, or something, she deserves to be here.…

    • 1081 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Powerful Essays
  • Good Essays

    Marigold: A Short Story

    • 743 Words
    • 3 Pages

    I have grown to admire her strength and confidence even when her outlandish insults yelled at guards mean we get given no food, it is after all these small jabs at authority and vicious glares paired with a sickly sweet smile that keep me from going mad with isolation. Despite the miserable situation she’s in somehow she’s able to keep her spirit, “they can change where I live and what I look like but they can’t change me” she reminds me every so often. In my honest opinion that statement is slightly flawed seeing as how “they” haven’t even succeeded in…

    • 743 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Powerful Essays

    I woke up hazed with blurred vision. The right side of my face was dried and burned. The left side of my face was soaked in salt water and blood. I was freaked out and picked up my head and blinked rapidly. I saw nothing but blue for miles and miles, the sky and the water. When I looked down I saw nothing but a small black and orange rubber dingy. I tried to think about what had happened. It was then when I realized I couldn't even remember my own name. Then panic just settled in for some reason I jumped in the water freaking out. I came to my senses and quickly started using all my strength to hurdle myself in the dingy.…

    • 1585 Words
    • 7 Pages
    Powerful Essays