The Battle

Going into the army

The place of war is a death sentence. War is a bloody battle; war is not what you want to face in life. Its obliteration. And when you enter war, it’s to serve and protect the country. I wanted to be a sniper ever since I was a little kid, my dad used to tell me stories about him being in the army, before he died. Now I’m going to take my father’s place, I live in North Carolina with my mom. I’m at an army post waiting in line which felt like days and weeks, but finally the lady called my name. “Jeff Cipraino?” She beckoned me to a chair, and I sat down. Then we started the interview. “How old are you Mr. Cipraino?”
“I’m 18” she scribbled it down on a piece of paper. She looked up at me, and gave a heartwarming smile, but I could tell through that smile, that she was having a rough day. “What’s your parent’s names?”
“My dad’s name was Jake Cipriano, and my mom’s name is Kelsey Cipriano.” I waited for her to be done writing, I looked up at the clock that said 12 o clock pm. It was already noon, she looked at me, and I gave her a sly smile, and she finally asked me. “You must be Jake’s son. Am I right?” Gosh it took her that long to realize that. “Yes. Yes I am.” I wonder how she knew my father. I looked at her and asked in a nicely voice. “So, you knew my father?”
“Yes, I knew your father, your father was one of the best snipers ever. He took down 500 men in one battle, his legacy still goes on until now, but on the very night, he got his neck slaughtered by a soldier, when they were fighting, but that guy is still out there nobody knows where he is. The guy who killed your father, he’s still alive, out there somewhere, but anyway enough of that chit-chat. So, are you going to join the Navy Seal snipers?” 
“Yes I am.”
“Okay, so in two weeks you must go to Texas so that you can take the test, and see your scores, you can study for it. They say that the test is hard, you can also take classes there, your father went there to be a sniper, and it really helped him. His score was about a 90%, when you get a 90% on the test, you get to be a rifleman or a motorman. They will also train you every day, and it’s a pass or fail. If you fail too many times, they kick you out of the program.” Wow I never knew that it would be that tough, but I will make it through, I hope. I looked at my watch, and it said 2:30 pm already. “Thanks for the help, but I really got to go.”

“Oh okay. Bye, and remember in two weeks go to Texas to take the ASVAB test, they will be there, and good luck on the test.” I looked at her and nodded before I was about to walk out the door, I hollered back. “Thank you.” I left the place, and onto the parking lot, the sun kept beating on me it felt like I was going to burn up. I got in my black SUV and drove off into the scorching heat of the sun. I got back to my house at like 3 o clock, it doesn’t take me long to get there though, but what did worry me was going to Texas which was even hotter, and the ride is even longer, but I might just take an airplane there instead of driving. I parked my car in the garage, then I headed inside to just get away from the scorching sun, when I got inside it felt nice, and cool like an ice cream melting on your skin. I saw my mom who was sleeping on the couch, I was starving. So I quickly went in the kitchen and made myself a ham and cheese sandwich, which did make me hungry all day, after I ate it I quickly went up the stairs, and went on my computer and typed up the Navy Seal snipers, I looked at the ghillie suits and the rifles that they have to carry all day with them. After an hour of researching, I looked up the practice test, which I hope is easy, I studied it for about 4 to 5 hours, then I took the practice test.


It took me like 3 hours just to complete it, I heard something buzzing, I then realized it was my cell phone ring I quickly looked at it, and it was Jev who was my friend. Jev and I knew each other since we were little, he was a nice person, but our friendship might be broken. I quickly went downstairs, and I saw my mom who was still sleeping, she must have been tired of working today, but after my father died, she would cry for him, and every time she would cry, I would go into her room, and comfort her, because when he died last year in July 14. 2012. I started to feel sad, but I also cried, I didn’t tell my friends neither. I went back up the stairs. My heart was aching, because the thought of my dad I couldn’t help it but cry, my tears slid down my cheeks, and dropped on the phone, I suddenly realized that I had to call Jev, but something stopped me from doing so.

My heart pounded rapidly in my chest, it felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. I picked up the phone, then I heard Jev’s voice. I must tell him sooner or later I thought, I felt my heart pound rapidly again I don’t know what I was afraid of. I knew that I was afraid of war and being killed but I had to do it for my father, my country, and my people, even though I might get killed, but I was brave enough to go out there, and fight for my father. Even if it means getting killed, but this is war we’re talking about, I had to serve my country, but I’ll be happy to serve my country, I took a deep breath then spoke to Jev with a steady voice. As I spoke to him it felt like my throat was being sliced, but what was I so afraid of. Being killed in battle, or getting tortured to death, but I’ll serve my country even if it means getting killed out there, but I’ll survive out there. I hope.
“Hey, Jev. How are you?”
“I’m good, so what job did you get?” I was afraid he was going to ask me that. “I want to go into the army, but as a sniper. So, in about two weeks I have to go to Texas to train which I might be gone for months.” I heard a pause from him. He must me upset because I could hear a soft sob coming from the background.
“Well, I’m going to miss you Jeff. You better not die out there, you hear me Jeff?” I started to chuckle. “Yeah don’t worry, I hear you buddy.”
“Well, good luck out there I’m surely going to miss you Jeff.” I knew that he was crying, and I wanted to cry too, but it felt like I had no more tears left to cry. “I got to go. Bye Jeff.” He hung up, and I knew that he was sad, and I was sad too, but I had to do this even though I would die out there.