Military Narrative

The rain this morning pattered on the rooftop like the joyful tears running off my family’s face before I left. They were proud of me as I was going to fight for my country. I lie awake this morning staring at my name tag which says William Harding Bowyer on the front of it thinking about what was going to happen on my first day of training as a new recruit for the U.S. I want to train so I can become a paratrooper. I can't wait to jump out of the plane and fall into battle to defend my country. I just hope I survive because if I don't my family will be heart broken since I would never be able to see them again. “GET UP GET UP”, the General screamed so I jumped out of my bed and put my uniform on. As I stepped out of the barracks proud and ready I knew that one day I will fight with bravery and succeed. The days of
This time we were defending St. Vith, Elsenborn Ridge, Houffalize, and Bastogne in the cold forest. As the German’s began to move in deeper, I had a feeling that I needed to move somewhere that would be a good defense point against the Germans. I gathered a couple of the other members and headed into this area with a pile of rocks and lots of empty trenches. I noticed that one of the men are missing so I began looking for
Right away I knew it was Matthew’s voice and that he was injured pretty bad. I hear the cry get louder and louder until I find him laying against a burnt tree after being shot twice in the arm. I made a sacrifice to take him to the medic center instead of defending my troop. It was a long walk to the medical center, but it was worth saving my friend’s life. I was glad he was ok, but one of the shots in his arm hit one of his bones and made a big dent inside of it. So Matthew couldn't battle and defend with the remaining troops that were still alive. I decided to run back to the battle field and check in on Matthew after we finished off the