Col Sanders Short Stories

Through “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” the soldiers standing, watching as everything goes on around them, are not able to stop what is happening. The soldiers represent the unforgiving nature of war.

When Jeff returned, the army broke camp and started the long march to Springfield, Missouri. The sergeant was Millholland, who Jeff liked much more than Clardy. The next evening they camped 25 miles away from Springfield. When Jeff shot his gun to clean it, he got arrested and was taken before Clardy. As his punishment, he got all-night sentry duty. The battle was going to be at Wilson's Creek, Missouri. The north planed to attack the rebels at dawn and by surprise. They failed to surprise the rebels, lost hundreds of men and the battle. The day after the battle, Jeff had to report for ambulance duty. The field hospital was 2 large gray tents thrown together in a clump of trees. When Jeff was scanning the field of people, he saw lots of dangerously injured people, none of them looked happy

With the Emerstarians just across the Aarons River, River Point was the next obstacle in their path. The West Vanian General at River Point was extremely mad at Commander Mason's performance at Ventier and assigned him to a defensive position. They couldn't risk another loss on the front. As for the average soldier at River Point, they were commanded to patrol, dig trenches, and strengthen defenses. Sergeant Rick Ianson was overseeing the soldiers and laborers work on digging the trenches and piling up the sandbags. When one of the patrol groups were walking in front of the forest one of the officers said while pointing his gun at the shadow, "Did you see that?" Another officer replied saying, "It's probably just a deer or something." "you're probably right." "yeah, I am. Now let's move on."

As the Revolutionary War faded in Gunner’s memory, another image filled his mind. The smell was one they remembered from their adventures during the Revolutionary War. It was gunpowder! “Not another war”, was all Gunner could think. As Gunner looked down, he saw that they were dressed in a Union uniform….

While on another mission, Richie and his platoon were commanded to take over the enemy mountainside. As they began taking it over, they were bombarded with bullets flying in every direction towards them. Panic arose quickly among the soldiers because they didn't know what to do. During the firefight, Richie went over to one of the soldiers and began to help him. However, while helping the fallen soldier Richie realized that he himself was going to need to be helped as well.

Life for Harland David Sanders was not easy. He was born on September 9, 1890 in Henryville, Indiana to a rather unfortunate family. He was the oldest of three children, having a younger brother named Wilbur and younger sister named Margaret. Their source of income was initially from a part time job that his father had, running errands for farmers around Henryville. His mother stayed home and took care of the kids while their father was working. However, this all changed in 1896 when Harland was just 6 years old. His father came back from work one day with a fever, and died later that day. This meant that his mother had to go find a job, and Harland had to drop out of school take care of his younger siblings. His mother found a job at a

The old man picked up a rock and with little power threw the stone and hit the soldier in the chest but hidden by snow. Then people around saw the scene and joined the man hitting the soldier with one snowball after another. The soldier split the scene and ran to his camp and gathered his troops and came back with guns loaded. As a bystander during the

The two forces headed into Norfolk, right through town, one heading north and the other east, it was quite a sight for the civilians that had seen so much. Never in their wildest dreams did they expect to see thousands of Marines heading off to battle in their own country, it was all surreal. The Marines sang cadence as they marched through town and the suburb’s, people lined the streets to see the spectacle, never had they been more proud, it sent shivers up their spines. The force heading north would encounter town after town and finally cut through Washington DC itself. Once the entered town they at first would be escorted through by the 3rd Infantry Regiment, half way through they would be handed off to the 82nd Airborne. Not one Marine thought it was necessary that they needed Army escorts.

An hour later four trucks and one truck with an M-60 mounted in the bed drove into town. Raising his hand, Jackson signaled his men to hold fire until they had the vehicles between them as he pulled his left arm out of the sling before wrapping it around the rifle sling and taking careful aim. Firing his first shot, Jackson took out the right front tire of the truck with the M-60 with his second round taking out the back right tire, effectively stopping the truck in the middle of the road. After those shots, his men followed suit, flattening the tires on the rest of the trucks with their well-placed rounds. Under fire with immobile vehicles, the militiamen quickly dove out of their vehicles and tried to return fire at their unseen enemy on the rooftops.

One day he was summoned to the Squadron Office and told to report to Technical Sergeant Tullos. Now this is another of those instances where growing up in a small town pays off. The Master Sergeant instructed Private Willis to take a seat. When he had, the Sergeant asked him “are you really from Neshoba County, Mississippi?” Private Willis answered “well I sure am”, to which the Sergeant replied “so am I”. Then the Sergeant asked him if he knew Danny Tullos. Private Willis replied “Yes I do. I played basketball against him in school. He went to Forestdale High School”. The Sergeant replied “That’s right, he’s my brother. Next time you see him, tell him I said hello”, and with that Private Willis was dismissed. Two days later when the daily listing of permanent duty station orders were posted, a listing which was always in alphabetical order, Private Willis found his name at the top of the list. He had been assigned to Headquarters Second Air Force at Barksdale Air Force Base. Now Private Willis had never heard of Barksdale but was pleased to learn it was located in Bossier City, Louisiana and later learned that it was the closest Air Force facility to where he had grown up. Serving in the military, you met, eat, sleep and perform daily functions with people from all across this

While on Patrol the platoon hears Viet Cong singing resulting in the U.S. opening fire. During the fire fight Lieutenant Carrol was killed. He was hit under the arm. Sergeant Simpson asked Perry to write a letter home to his family informing the family of Carrol death. Captain Stewart liked the letter Perry wrote to Carrols family. Lobel is blaming himself for the death of Lieutenant Carrol. From the fight, they have a Viet Cong in custody from the Second platoon. Peewee receives a letter from Perry’s mom. Peewee didn’t really care to read the letter. The company received a new person named Turner. In another fire fight Perry was responsible for setting up the clay mores. However, when he did place the clay mores he placed them in the wrong direction. The Viet

Next, Marco and his squad went into one of the houses to kill the insurgents. They cleared the house. Behind that house was a guesthouse. There were five terrorists in the guesthouse. There were a few palm trees too. Marco ran behind one of the palm trees for cover. The other marines of his squad were behind a narrow wall. Marco found a RPG on his way running for cover behind the palm tree. He picked it up and tried to fire it at the enemy, but the RPG didn’t work. Marco then figured out the RPG had a dual trigger system. He figured it out, and fired it. Marco killed the insurgents and earned the Navy Cross.

The date is July 6, 1944. A young Solider in his early 20’s armed with a pair of wire cutters, a rifle, and explosives makes his way through Omaha Beach, through countless obstacles (Kennedy, 2012). This young Solider has a very important job. Behind him are thousands of infantrymen, desperately fighting their way up a hill; it is up to him to clear the way. However, In front of him are rows of mines, hedgehogs, wire obstacles, and barricades. He must complete these tasks all while receiving heavy fire. You see he is no ordinary Soldier, he is a Combat Engineer, and what he does here today will change the tides of the war forever (Kennedy, 2012). This engineer is well trained and comes from a long line of warriors who have paved the way for him, laying down the groundwork for what he must accomplish here today.

It was April 2, 1862 there were preparations for a battle that will never be forgotten. Military all over PIttsburg landing were preparing for a battle that will later be known as The Battle of Shiloh. There at the frontline of this situation was Jason, a seemingly normal guy who just wanted to help anyway he could in the war. Jason heard the faint sounds of people working in the distance. “Is there anyway I can help you?” Jason inquired “I don’t see why not.” said one of the workers. He tried to help them carry food and supplies yet, he was not strong enough to do this job efficiently.

Fort Bridger was packed tight as we left it: 300 people looking for a new life in the broad California, contemplating their new future with many people waving them off towards the West, teary-eyed as they said their farewells. My auntie kissed both my cheeks and gripped my brother tightly whilst wishing us all the best of luck on our journey, and that she will see us in California in a few months once she has been accepted into another party. The Mr Donner’s were calling for everyone to board their wagon trains, and as father pulled my hand to get on the wagon train, I heard my auntie call my name. “Mary, look after your brother,” I made sure to take that guidance to heart and kept an eye out for my baby brother, his green eyes,