In supporting their uniformed relative, army families embody the utmost contribution and commitment to their fellow countrymen.
Daughter of War
We've all heard about the life-long effects that war can have on human life. Effects of war can include mass destruction of cities and long lasting effects on a country's economy. Citizens can turn into refugees and there are possibly mass killings of men, woman and children alike. The disastrous effect it has can last for lifetimes and even centuries.
The Battles Soldiers Face in Long-Distance Relationships
When the Army told me my unit was deploying for up to 400 days, a rush of emotions hit me. Before thinking about school and my future, I thought about my loved ones. Deployment would make me sacrifice important events — family dinners, my sister’s wedding, my dog’s last breath, and many more.
The Helicopter Ride
I grew up as a sheltered army brat. I was my dads world and he was mine. Sheltered in some ways not in others as is the way of military life.
Memoirs of a School Boy During the Second World War
In 1939 when the Second World War began, Alan Edwards was six years old, living with his parents and brother on a farm near Oswestry in Shropshire, England. It was an exciting time for the young lad. As wartime activities escalated, he saw German bomber planes pass close to his home on their way to attack the Liverpool docks — a strategically important location in the British war effort.
A reflection of my life
Reflections of my life was a Vietnam era song sung by the Marmalades. It was one of my favorite songs and still is. This song states that moonlight to sunrise that there are reflections of my life. But as I have aged I too am beginning to reflect on my life and what it has been. I am sixty years old, but the artist singing this song wrote it when he was fifteen.
Parasites. Politicians. Soldiers. Sacrifice
My father was a soldier. Vietnam. He never talked about it much; most soldiers don’t, I’ve learned. Especially those who saw the worst of humanity and/or those who may have had to bloody their hands in the barbarity of that warfare.
Before I Forget…
I didn’t post anything about Memorial Day. Cause I think I just took it for granted. There was a pool and a hamburger for me. Hot dogs to commemorate a soldiers death. A bass boat or a movie.
Guns Platoon Cadre
I started shooting at 5, growing up in a place where I could earn pocket money later on by selling Pigeons and Rabbits to the local Butcher in the village.
Anyone that knows anything about Marine Corp basic training knows that it is the most difficult boot camp of all branches of the military. I researched all aspects of the training, watched movies, read books and asked other parents all about the experience my would go through on Paris Island in the dead of summer.
I laid in bed exhausted from the nightmares that pledged my dreams after I did finally manage to fall asleep. Today was going to be rough, I could already tell. I argued with myself on the best course of action, attempt to sleep more and face the nightmares in my dreams or get up and face the nightmares of the day.
The year was 1942 and my older brother, Sam, had just turned 18. My Mom and Dad drove him to the recruiting station to sign up for the Marines after he received his draft notice in the mail a couple of days after his birthday. My Dad shook his hand and told him to be careful and not volunteer for anything. Then he told him how proud he was of him and that he loved him. My Mom kept hugging him and kissing him. In between, she would wipe her tears from her cheeks. Me and my younger sister kind of stood back out of the way until Sam came over and gave both of us hugs and told us he would see us soon.
Army Brat, Berlin, August 1961
Growing up as an Army brat was a unique experience, moving around the United States and the world, staying often for only six months at a time before moving on again.