Corporal
Corporal
Sgt. Dillon Black Foxx of Traverse City, Michigan spent his early years living in Tennessee. When he was 17 he moved to Michigan where he graduated from Traverse City West Senior High School in 2006. Sgt. Foxx changed his name and used to go by Robert Dillon Lentz. He enlisted in the Army in May 2006 at the age of 18. When he did, his friends thought he was crazy. They reminded him the country was at war. Nope, he said, he wasn’t crazy; he was doing exactly what he needed to do. An awesome soldier with a free spirit, he maintained the same personality he carried his whole life…
The book opens with Campbell on his first day as a platoon leader. His group of men was small for a platoon at first, but Campbell soon got word that he and his platoon would be sent to Iraq in a matter of months. Due to this, tens of men were sent to him fresh out of school. The youthful Marines were newly-enlisted and inexperienced. Here, Campbell faced his first challenge: transforming these brand-new soldiers into an effective combat unit.…
In this booklet I am trying to convey to my readers some of the experiences, sights and emotions, which have been my lot to pass through, during the time I was sergeant in the Australian Infantry.…
First off I joined the military to improve myself physically and mentally. Before I joined the military I used to wrestle and play football so my build was set on a weight of 250 I was pretty big then wrestling cut me down to like 215 but it wasn’t too long before I put the weight back on. Now what I meant by improving myself mentally is like I had the mindset of a punk ass I sold drugs barley got by was always getting fucked up on something and I didn’t really take anything serious and I missed my train for college so I was like man what is their for me to do so it was the military. I knew that it would be the best choice I could make for myself at that point and time in my life.…
I’m a male and my original name is Carl Smith my friends call me CS. My age is 23 years old. I’m from Virginia and during the last years I have been traveling around the 13 colonies to fight the British soldiers. My ancestors came to the “New World” because they wanted to be free and not wanting to anyone controlling them. I’m single, that is the reason why I joined the American Army over 6 Months ago is because I was unable to get a job that I wanted was unable to received my diploma, because I was unable to afford the stamp to be stamped on the certificate. Eighteenth century officers were hardly professionals in the modern sense of the word, for they might well first enter the service as mere boys through inheritance or purchase…
Obviously this boy is far from home, young, like most soldiers were, with someone at home that may be a wife or a sweetheart.…
In the beginning of the story he finds out that he has made a mistake in joining the army he’s scared out of his mind. He kept dreaming about times where he was safe or at home with his parents. He envisions the future of him being alive and having war buddies and talking about his war experiences with them. He wasn’t just scared of dying, he’s also scared of fear itself, ha, that’s ironic isn’t it. He wants to share with his parents all the details of his experiences but he doesn’t want to tell them how scared he was so they would be proud of him.…
Was up you fucking idiot what have you been up too? I heard you been up to some stupid stupid shit man was the deal with that man? You have got to be SMARTER than that especially if you plan on getting released early!! Sorry I could not write you sooner man I feel really bad that I could not see you before I left. But I have not forgotten you and nor will I ever you have been a good friend to my family and I for a long time, so no worries man what do you need I have been talking to your mom and she told me some stuff you needed man realize I am in the army and I have access to some stuff not a lot but I will send you want I can books, magazines, pictures of us training I’ll do what I can dog. Now that I got your ass chewing out of the way let me tell you about Louisianna. I am with; bravo battery/5-25 field artillery/4th division 10th mountain. I am a specialist rank E4. I am on the M119 howitizer I don’t really know shit about my MOS but I hear we are going to be doing infantry training here soon I leave to go to the field on the 22nd of this march so if I don’t write I am busy ok. I am trying to get sent to AIR ASSAULT SCHOOL (super fucking hard school) and SNIPER SCHOOL (fucking cake ass school 4 weeks long dude not hard). I am at Fort Polk, LA dude this place sucks hard dude all there is to do is bars & strip clubs, however I have been riding my dirt bike on base at the track dude you would love it its easy and the track is fun man.. We are leaving for Afghanistan in November is what they say but realistically I think December or January. OH shit Kash is working at LOWE’s LOL your not allowed there LOL its fucking hilarious dude how life works out. How is everything with you man? How they treating you? I am actually going to put minutes on my celly and house number just in case you forgot they numbers are (901)484-8053 cell douche bag & (337)392-7361 home number. Chris did move I told him your address so you’ll get a letter from…
Wes found himself at Valley Forge after doing poorly in school and him hitting his sister pushed his mother over the edge to send him there. At first Wes did everything he could to escape from there. On his final attempt Sergeant Austin told Wes the direction the train station was in. Wes left only to discover it was a trap and, his chain of command took him in. They gave Wes a phone call home which was forbidden to new plebs. Once this was over Wes became invested in Valley Forge and near the end of his time there, he said “Three years ago I’d been one of the insubordinate kids first entering the gates of Valley Forge. In an ironic turn, I was now one of the ones in charge of them” (Moore 115). That commitment he invested payed off Wes was a ranked member of Valley Forge, served in the Marines, and went to school at John Hopkins University and Oxford University. Wes also invested commitment into the Job Corps with his friend Levy. Wes wanted to turn his life around and support his families with an honest living so he left the drug trade and joined the Job Corps with Levy. Wes finished top of his class in General Education Development training. Once finished with the GED training he chose carpentry as his vocational specialty. While working on a project for his carpenter training Wes said “The house was more than just a project to complete. It was a daily reminder of why he was there. These past months had been the most important and enjoyable in Wes’s life” (Moore 143). This goes to show that when anyone puts forward effort and commitment they can find happiness. Putting forth commitment is important and affects the outcome of that person's life, but it will not always result in a good outcome without…
He said ‘I’ve joined my brother’s regiment, the Honourable Artillery Company. If you like, come along, I can get you in.’ I left the office at lunchtime and went to City Road. My friend pulled me out of the queue so I went right up to the front. My friend introduced me to the sergeant-major who said ‘Are you willing to join?’ I said ‘Yes Sir’. He said ‘How old are you?’ I said ‘eighteen and one month.’ He said ‘Do you mean nineteen and one month?’ I thought for a moment and said ‘Yes Sir’. He said ‘Right – ho, sign, here.’ So that was my introduction to the…
After getting an initial basic training the boy came face to face with reality on their first day on the battle ground. They would live in…
Hello I am Kiowa’s lieutenant from the Alpha Company, I would like to give some background information about me to you guys. I am a sophomore in college and I had joined up for the Reserve Officer Training Corps because it was worth a few credits and few of my friends had joined, making me want to join. In all honesty I do not care about this war and I have no desire on becoming a team leader but I have ended up as the leader of Kiowa and his friends. I am insecure about the decisions I would make, leading me to make two of my soldier’s death. The first death would be a soldier named Ted Lavender. Instead of focusing on my men I focus on a girl who I deeply love and the fact that I care more about my love more than my men makes me and unworthy…
Taekwondo in combination with attending two academically rigorous high schools, AAST and SCGSSM, have prepared me mentally and physically to take on the many challenges I have faced. Whether that has been preparing for a Linear Algebra, Micro-Molecular Biology, and Computer Science test the next day or creating a community engagement project to help reduce the crime and obesity rate in our local community - I got it done. My experience at the Governor’s School has taught me how to lead a student body of about 250 students in order to achieve a greener campus and a reformed living and learning environment. Though many of these experience hardly scratch the surface the responsibilities and skills of being an Infantry Officer, I believe they are the first steps to achieving this…
The troop leader gave him his very own uniform and told him he needs all of his papers by the next 4 days with his parent’s signatures. He felt his heart stop for a second. He knew if his parents found out that he is on the verge of joining the army he would be dead. He ended up having to forge his parents signatures.. James barely made it in.The has suspicion but they let him in the camp. His first day was the roughest day he ever had in his life besides the bombing. He had to do tons of exercises and shooting drills. The camp was very hot and humid because it was in a desert. This reminded him of the time when he played football because all of the exercises he had to work hard…
As soon as I walked in, he ripped my corporal rank of my chest, threw it on the ground, and proceeded to give me the worst ass chewing of my life. I felt less than a man by the time he was done with me. Afterwards, I moped around for a day or two. Dragging my feet and not really caring about anything anymore. I had lost my sniper team, my promotion, and my promotable status. All because I had to go out and think that I was too good to get help from anyone. All the good that I had done up to that point was completely forgotten. I was just another shit bag as far as my Chain of Command was concerned. But then I realized something. All they did was demote me. All they did was take my section. That was it. I wasn’t being kicked out of the army. I wasn’t getting busted down to private. In my mind that said one thing to me, I messed up but they need me. I’m a good soldier. I can come back from this. I spent the rest of the time in the field go out of my way to get things done. I volunteered for every detail no matter how bad it was. I made sure tasks I was given were done fast and to the best of my ability. I was determined to show my Company that I may have messed up but I was willing to do whatever it takes to get back where I was and that I wasn’t going to let a little trouble completely destroy me or keep me from having what I had worked so hard to…