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Hi, I have to write a letter for my English class about being a 15-16 year old boy being enlisted or drafted in the military, and another one about living through the war.
I would like to get some ideas to make my letter sound interesting
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My family is traditionally a military family, and I have tons of stories about their wartime experiences. My grand-father served in WW2 and even in Vietnam, and his stories are fantastic.
He was a Marine in the Second World War, and served in the Pacific theater with the 1st Marine Division. He lied about his age, and joined up in in March of 1942, when he was 16. He was a big guy, so it wasn't a problem.
He was part of the force that landed on Guadalcanal, which started on August 7th 1942, and lasted until February 9th 1943. He himself landed on February 17th 1942. He always said that that island was hell on earth. Everywhere you looked, you'd see dead Americans or Japanese. The Japs would always attack when they least expected them to. Always at night, not letting his unit sleep. Sleep deprivation was actually the thing he hated most. A couple of weeks into the campaign, one of his buddies was so tired that he fell asleep while on guard duty. In the morning, they found him dead. The Japs had slit his throat. Guadalcanal was his first campaign, but it wasn't his worst.
Once the island was taken, he was billeted there for a short time, while the Division brought in new guys to replace the dead. The new guys referred to the veterans of that campaign as the old Breed. He couldn't help laughing, because he was 17 at the time, and they were calling him that. Looking at his pictures though, I think he looks like he's 30. Anyway, he and a few of his buddies made a still in their tent (something that produces gin or something). It blew up in his face, which is how he got his Purple Heart.
He took part in a number of smaller-scale operations, but they often ended quickly, but with heavy casualties.
Iwo Jima (February 19th - March 26th 1945) was his second "major" landing. He went in with the second wave. He distinctly remembered the fact that everything was quite when he landed, except for the Americans on the beach. All of a sudden, he heard the sound of tearing metal, and it was as if the entire earth started to shake. "The Japs threw everything they had at us, and it was all we could do to stay on the beach." The fighting was gruesome, and my grandfather said that was when he saw his first Jap up close. It was hand-to-hand fighting. "I didn't have a problem with shooting at them, but killing them with your hands is different. You can see the life ebbing away from them, and you realize that they're just people in different uniforms, that were ordered to kill us. What we had been ordered to do to them." He hit with shrapnel in the leg, but it wasn't serious enough to loose his leg or be sent home. He was however sent to a rest station to recuperate from his wound.
His last battle was Okinawa (April 1st - June 21st 1945). He landed on the first day, and was tasked with moving inland, and encircling any Japanese forces, so as to trap them. He landed in the newest form of landing craft, which had tracks on them. They were able to move on water and on land. His unit moved to the northern half of the island, and fought the Japs there, while the Army headed south. He witnesses Kamikaze attacks on the offshore naval bombardment. "They were so close, we could shoot at them with our rifles." His unit was sent south, to where the Army had been driven back from ferocious Japanese attacks. A lot of people say that the Japanese were assholes and cowardly fighters, but not the Marines. To this day, you will not find a Marine who fought the Japanese and doesn't respect them as fighters. "In some cases, they were better than our boys. They were amazing fighters. If they were told to hold the line, they did it without question. We admired their skills as warriors and determination. We called 'em Samurai." The Marines beat back the Japanese in the South, but with tremendous casualties, of which my grandfather was one. A grenade went off near him, and shrapnel got him on his leg and arm. He was shipped to a hospital ship, before being sent stateside. Officials believed that he had done his duty to his extent, so they assigned him as an instructor. He didn't get to do it much, because the war ended soon after.
While he was fighting, he didn't feel sad or afraid. Only when the war had ended did he cry and remember his lost friends.
He would later serve in the Vietnam as an Officer in the Marines. His son, my father, was born on March 8th 1972. That same day, his helicopter was shot down while on a search and destroy mission in Viet-Cong territory. I'm proud to share his story with others, and I hope we never forget what, like millions of others, went through in not only WW2 and Vietnam, but in all wars.
My family is traditionally a military family, and I have tons of stories about their wartime experiences. My grand-father served in WW2 and even in Vietnam, and his stories are fantastic.
He was a Marine in the Second World War, and served in the Pacific theater with the 1st Marine Division. He lied about his age, and joined up in in March of 1942, when he was 16. He was a big guy, so it wasn't a problem.
He was part of the force that landed on Guadalcanal, which started on August 7th 1942, and lasted until February 9th 1943. He himself landed on February 17th 1942. He always said that that island was hell on earth. Everywhere you looked, you'd see dead Americans or Japanese. The Japs would always attack when they least expected them to. Always at night, not letting his unit sleep. Sleep deprivation was actually the thing he hated most. A couple of weeks into the campaign, one of his buddies was so tired that he fell asleep while on guard duty. In the morning, they found him dead. The Japs had slit his throat. Guadalcanal was his first campaign, but it wasn't his worst.
Once the island was taken, he was billeted there for a short time, while the Division brought in new guys to replace the dead. The new guys referred to the veterans of that campaign as the old Breed. He couldn't help laughing, because he was 17 at the time, and they were calling him that. Looking at his pictures though, I think he looks like he's 30. Anyway, he and a few of his buddies made a still in their tent (something that produces gin or something). It blew up in his face, which is how he got his Purple Heart.
He took part in a number of smaller-scale operations, but they often ended quickly, but with heavy casualties.
Iwo Jima (February 19th - March 26th 1945) was his second "major" landing. He went in with the second wave. He distinctly remembered the fact that everything was quite when he landed, except for the Americans on the beach. All of a sudden, he heard the sound of tearing metal, and it was as if the entire earth started to shake. "The Japs threw everything they had at us, and it was all we could do to stay on the beach." The fighting was gruesome, and my grandfather said that was when he saw his first Jap up close. It was hand-to-hand fighting. "I didn't have a problem with shooting at them, but killing them with your hands is different. You can see the life ebbing away from them, and you realize that they're just people in different uniforms, that were ordered to kill us. What we had been ordered to do to them." He hit with shrapnel in the leg, but it wasn't serious enough to loose his leg or be sent home. He was however sent to a rest station to recuperate from his wound.
His last battle was Okinawa (April 1st - June 21st 1945). He landed on the first day, and was tasked with moving inland, and encircling any Japanese forces, so as to trap them. He landed in the newest form of landing craft, which had tracks on them. They were able to move on water and on land. His unit moved to the northern half of the island, and fought the Japs there, while the Army headed south. He witnesses Kamikaze attacks on the offshore naval bombardment. "They were so close, we could shoot at them with our rifles." His unit was sent south, to where the Army had been driven back from ferocious Japanese attacks. A lot of people say that the Japanese were assholes and cowardly fighters, but not the Marines. To this day, you will not find a Marine who fought the Japanese and doesn't respect them as fighters. "In some cases, they were better than our boys. They were amazing fighters. If they were told to hold the line, they did it without question. We admired their skills as warriors and determination. We called 'em Samurai." The Marines beat back the Japanese in the South, but with tremendous casualties, of which my grandfather was one. A grenade went off near him, and shrapnel got him on his leg and arm. He was shipped to a hospital ship, before being sent stateside. Officials believed that he had done his duty to his extent, so they assigned him as an instructor. He didn't get to do it much, because the war ended soon after.
While he was fighting, he didn't feel sad or afraid. Only when the war had ended did he cry and remember his lost friends.
He would later serve in the Vietnam as an Officer in the Marines. His son, my father, was born on March 8th 1972. That same day, his helicopter was shot down while on a search and destroy mission in Viet-Cong territory. I'm proud to share his story with others, and I hope we never forget what, like millions of others, went through in not only WW2 and Vietnam, but in all wars.
What happens when you camp i need advice on camping!?
Q. it is my sisters first time camping and she wants to know what its like she is 11
Answer
Camping is basically just like a sleepover. You get to make snacks over the campfire, sometimes sing songs, play games, but just outdoors instead of in your house. When it's bedtime you all just turn in to your tents and get in your sleeping bags and crash out. In the morning usually everyone's up early because your outside and it's lighter than indoor, and the birds are singing like crazy. You may go for a walk, hang out at the beach/pool if your campground has one, hike trails, play some ball sports (volleyball, basketball, softball, etc.)., do crafts, ride bikes if you brought 'em, and so on. You'll have fun and really enjoy camping, no matter where you are.
Camping is basically just like a sleepover. You get to make snacks over the campfire, sometimes sing songs, play games, but just outdoors instead of in your house. When it's bedtime you all just turn in to your tents and get in your sleeping bags and crash out. In the morning usually everyone's up early because your outside and it's lighter than indoor, and the birds are singing like crazy. You may go for a walk, hang out at the beach/pool if your campground has one, hike trails, play some ball sports (volleyball, basketball, softball, etc.)., do crafts, ride bikes if you brought 'em, and so on. You'll have fun and really enjoy camping, no matter where you are.
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