“He’s such a trooper”, they exclaimed. Sure, he thought to himself, if you knew what it’s like to be stuck with the bunch of you, you’ll all be dragging your dead limbs closer to the door too.
You are the sun in the sky, and I am nothing but the earth so trodden beneath your feet. Your footsteps look so light, from the outside. But I feel their weight, their violence, their desolation. You were always the bright star, the one who walked on water and smiled without reason. I was never like that. All I can remember is looking at you and thinking, “Wow, things must come so easily to him.”
Trooper, not like a storm trooper or a trooper in a war. Trooper of life. Getting through every miserable day, coming out on top and surviving with a smile. A trooper of positivity. Helping other people through their miserable days.
Ceddie. You are my trooper. You’d shoot me right at my heart, and the thing is, i like being shot by you. If you were to shot me everyday, I’d be a happy man. I love you bro. I wish I could see you right now. Your face, your eyes, your everything. I want you by my side now. I need you. Shoot me my trooper.
Trooper. The word is used often when someone has to sacrifice something for someone else, or when someone does something they don’t want to do, but does anyway. Or when someone suffers something and still goes on. Its pretty sad.
Paratrooper. Stormtrooper. Koopa Troopa. Poopa Scoopa. I think “oo” is my favorite vowel sound, which makes trooper a good word. I feel stressed out about the moving line beneath this window pressuring me to write about troopers.
Once, Hammond was sent out on an interstellar mission involving the use of trooper degradation chemicals. It was a horrendous outcome involving soldiers losing their innards.
He went out to the fields every day after he finished in the barn.
The weather was terrible this time of year, rain and sleet,
golfballs of ice pelting down,
still, he had to check and make sure things were ok,
tied up, tied down
mild the cows, feed the animals
Some days he felt 70 years old
he was only 50
Wind and sun creased his face
like a veiny dried leaf
hands calloused like thick cord
grip like steel, eyes like the sea,
deep, blue, cold.
Soldiers in a horse. Not really my type of thing. I’m not into those kind of people. That sorks as a soldier, etc.
She hugged him tight when he said goodbye for the last time. He will never be back until further notice. He has to go. He needs to serve the country.
” Country first, before me, my love?” Terri asked.
“You know how it is. A trooper’s life.” Ken said.
“But what if something happens? What if you got an accident or died?”
“Don’t think about those, think positive.” He said and away he went.
He had been through a lot in the past four hours, but nothing bothered him quite as much as the state trooper approaching him, slowly opening his holster.
I dont see myself as a troper, once things get hard i tend to giveon omprovement. I dont give up trying but i just stop trying to succeed. MUN is basically yhis for me. and journaling iguess. this is stressful
so whats the real definition of a trooper, i would google it but i only have a minute…when someone says trooper i think of a soldier(i cant spell that oops) or a fussy kid and their parents telling them to be a trooper
People gathered inside their own homes, peeking their heads between the dark curtains made from a cheap, heavy fabric and the dirty windows -it had been long since the times when it was safe enough to go outside for that much time. They watched as the armed man passed by, not once leaving their formations, each holding a AK-47 against their chest. At the sound of the feared siren echoing throughout town, they each hugged their precious children and threw a prayer towards the skies, in hopes of saving the lives of their loved ones.
You’re a trooper.
Thanks Mom.
I’m a trooper now I guess.
Whatever makes her happy.
I can sit next to the smelly boys.
I can wait my turn.
I can put this all behind me.
And forget how to look ahead.
I am a trooper they say.
Endurance is my middle name.
I play the game.
Clime the ladder of fame.
Fight to the top.
Marking my ground.
A glorious stomp.
That’s what she considered herself. Always the “trooper.” Never allowed to show her emotions to anyone else because she was too busy taking care of them all. Too caught up in making sure everyone in her life is okay and responding to every problem they have with simple advice. No one was there for her though—which was the saddest part of it all.
you’re a trooper bud
you try really hard
so hard
and everyone loves you for it
they give you affectionate glares
when you screw it up
and the highest high
fives
when you get things
right
but more often you get things wrongs
like the time
you took out
all the lego
and threw it on the floor
screaming and crying
crying and screaming
One of the troopers outside my window beckoned for her companions to gather around the car. Its left bumper was half torn off at this point, the bent shrapnel located off the nearest curb, and the only way I could see anything happening was by the guiding light of the police cars, the noise of the sirens accompanying the imposing flashes of red and blue. The paramedics had already pulled out the gurney, and I waited quietly for my neighbor to be carted away.
She’s a trooper, they say, a soldier, she’ll make it through this. Somehow, deep inside, she doubts that – doubts herself. Her hands tremble and shake, clenching tightly around the gun she doesn’t have the guts to shoot
You’re a trooper, sticking through when things get tough, when the elements are against you. You made it, stomped over the competition, scaled all the mountains, outran the torrential rains pelting just behind you. You’re strong, a warrior, a champion. So why are crumbling to your knees and bawling?
“She’s a trooper,” the doctors said as they brought in the mangled man carrying his daughter. His eyes were swollen shut, and he was clearly dead; but the girl was barely injured. She looked up at the gloved nurse. “Where’s my mom?”
It was such a long day! He got his bag wet when Mrs Cooper coffe split, he tried so hard to reach the potty in time, he was still smiling even when no one wanted to sit beside him, such a trooper
The blue strobes flashed, and Kelly swore. She pulled over and rolled down her window, rooting in her glove compartment for her paperwork. The trooper shone his light in the window, the shadows hiding his face. “Ma’am,” he said. “Please step out of the car.”
I think that the moment I saw him I knew he’d be the best child I’d know. My pregnancy had been so difficult, and so had his birth, but he was here. He was crying, he was breathing, he was kicking… It was all so surreal. My little trooper. I looked at my husband with a smile, and for once, I knew this was all going to be okay.
Trooper: Smokey bear. The man with the straight brown hat who sticks his head inside your car, uninvited, reflecting the blue lights and the bright spotlight. “What’s the problem ma’am? The reason for your speed?” he asks, and I can smell the garlic on his breath, can almost taste the command presence.
flexible good sport don’t complain just do it compromise do what you are told without complaining don’t care if you get a reward you just do for the sake of doing it because its
He was a trooper, first class fighter, tough, tough, tough. But when his mommy came around, he was again that little boy in navy blue overalls serving tea from fine china to his collection of teddy bears..
“You’re a good soldier”, she said after I agreed to another project that was filled with impossible demands and timelines. The sign of a trooper in this organization is to say an enthusiastic yes to impossible ideas…despit
be a trooper they always say. but what if they’re trying to lead you to hell. what if they’re just trapping you. what if there not even on your side. you trust those who you have known forever. but what if they’re just liars?
“She’s a real trooper, you know.” Josh hauled the luggage out of the back of the Camp SUV. He stacked them up on the wobbly trolley. He watched the young women filing into the retreat, all dressed in the same matching white T-shirts with the Camp Logo stamped on the back.
“And you would know?” Howell snorted. “Just take the stuff to their rooms, alright? I’ll meet you in the courtyard. The faster we finish, the easier it’ll be for the rest of us.”
“I’ve been here for two months, Howell.” Josh rolled his shoulders back, paying careful attention to the little tingling along the back of his spine. “That counts for something.” Two months back in a civilian job was pure torture, especially when his training was telling him that the brunette with the scar just below her left ear, was partially deaf and twice as dangerous.
And so I give up, I give up again
Perseverence
Lasts until the cliff edge
The last moment, when we rejoice
And I jump
I fall away
Into the cycle of life
Forgetting why I’ve done
Where I’ve done
What I am, in doing
I persevere
Until I forget myself
And fall away
My dad was a Maine State Trooper
Who was killed in the line of duty when I was six years old
Because of him I can go to college for free
There’s that expression “What A trooper”
I suppose meaning someone who is bold and brave
But to see thousands of them at one time
Paying respect to the dead
It is a very strong force.
“He’s such a trooper”, they exclaimed. Sure, he thought to himself, if you knew what it’s like to be stuck with the bunch of you, you’ll all be dragging your dead limbs closer to the door too.
You are the sun in the sky, and I am nothing but the earth so trodden beneath your feet. Your footsteps look so light, from the outside. But I feel their weight, their violence, their desolation. You were always the bright star, the one who walked on water and smiled without reason. I was never like that. All I can remember is looking at you and thinking, “Wow, things must come so easily to him.”
Trooper, not like a storm trooper or a trooper in a war. Trooper of life. Getting through every miserable day, coming out on top and surviving with a smile. A trooper of positivity. Helping other people through their miserable days.
Ceddie. You are my trooper. You’d shoot me right at my heart, and the thing is, i like being shot by you. If you were to shot me everyday, I’d be a happy man. I love you bro. I wish I could see you right now. Your face, your eyes, your everything. I want you by my side now. I need you. Shoot me my trooper.
The stormtroopers, with their crisp white armor, stood stark against the backdrop of the black, night sky.
Trooper. The word is used often when someone has to sacrifice something for someone else, or when someone does something they don’t want to do, but does anyway. Or when someone suffers something and still goes on. Its pretty sad.
Paratrooper. Stormtrooper. Koopa Troopa. Poopa Scoopa. I think “oo” is my favorite vowel sound, which makes trooper a good word. I feel stressed out about the moving line beneath this window pressuring me to write about troopers.
trooper
popper
scooper
Once, Hammond was sent out on an interstellar mission involving the use of trooper degradation chemicals. It was a horrendous outcome involving soldiers losing their innards.
He went out to the fields every day after he finished in the barn.
The weather was terrible this time of year, rain and sleet,
golfballs of ice pelting down,
still, he had to check and make sure things were ok,
tied up, tied down
mild the cows, feed the animals
Some days he felt 70 years old
he was only 50
Wind and sun creased his face
like a veiny dried leaf
hands calloused like thick cord
grip like steel, eyes like the sea,
deep, blue, cold.
Soldiers in a horse. Not really my type of thing. I’m not into those kind of people. That sorks as a soldier, etc.
She hugged him tight when he said goodbye for the last time. He will never be back until further notice. He has to go. He needs to serve the country.
” Country first, before me, my love?” Terri asked.
“You know how it is. A trooper’s life.” Ken said.
“But what if something happens? What if you got an accident or died?”
“Don’t think about those, think positive.” He said and away he went.
He had been through a lot in the past four hours, but nothing bothered him quite as much as the state trooper approaching him, slowly opening his holster.
I dont see myself as a troper, once things get hard i tend to giveon omprovement. I dont give up trying but i just stop trying to succeed. MUN is basically yhis for me. and journaling iguess. this is stressful
so whats the real definition of a trooper, i would google it but i only have a minute…when someone says trooper i think of a soldier(i cant spell that oops) or a fussy kid and their parents telling them to be a trooper
People gathered inside their own homes, peeking their heads between the dark curtains made from a cheap, heavy fabric and the dirty windows -it had been long since the times when it was safe enough to go outside for that much time. They watched as the armed man passed by, not once leaving their formations, each holding a AK-47 against their chest. At the sound of the feared siren echoing throughout town, they each hugged their precious children and threw a prayer towards the skies, in hopes of saving the lives of their loved ones.
You’re a trooper.
Thanks Mom.
I’m a trooper now I guess.
Whatever makes her happy.
I can sit next to the smelly boys.
I can wait my turn.
I can put this all behind me.
And forget how to look ahead.
The car rumbled
As it rambled
Over the dusty road.
The men all
Were silent.
Their voices taken
By the words
Running inside their heads.
They knew what was to come,
What was to be expected.
For it was inevitable.
I am a trooper they say.
Endurance is my middle name.
I play the game.
Clime the ladder of fame.
Fight to the top.
Marking my ground.
A glorious stomp.
That’s what she considered herself. Always the “trooper.” Never allowed to show her emotions to anyone else because she was too busy taking care of them all. Too caught up in making sure everyone in her life is okay and responding to every problem they have with simple advice. No one was there for her though—which was the saddest part of it all.
you’re a trooper bud
you try really hard
so hard
and everyone loves you for it
they give you affectionate glares
when you screw it up
and the highest high
fives
when you get things
right
but more often you get things wrongs
like the time
you took out
all the lego
and threw it on the floor
screaming and crying
crying and screaming
One of the troopers outside my window beckoned for her companions to gather around the car. Its left bumper was half torn off at this point, the bent shrapnel located off the nearest curb, and the only way I could see anything happening was by the guiding light of the police cars, the noise of the sirens accompanying the imposing flashes of red and blue. The paramedics had already pulled out the gurney, and I waited quietly for my neighbor to be carted away.
She’s a trooper, they say, a soldier, she’ll make it through this. Somehow, deep inside, she doubts that – doubts herself. Her hands tremble and shake, clenching tightly around the gun she doesn’t have the guts to shoot
You’re a trooper, sticking through when things get tough, when the elements are against you. You made it, stomped over the competition, scaled all the mountains, outran the torrential rains pelting just behind you. You’re strong, a warrior, a champion. So why are crumbling to your knees and bawling?
“She’s a trooper,” the doctors said as they brought in the mangled man carrying his daughter. His eyes were swollen shut, and he was clearly dead; but the girl was barely injured. She looked up at the gloved nurse. “Where’s my mom?”
“Sir?”
The general lifted his head slightly, gazing upon a shaking man, skinny and underfed. One of the new recruits, he assumed.
“T-The squad has reached it’s destination..”
“Very well. Thank you, soldier.”
Big days like this
you don’t sit down because you were once laugh at
you get up and stand brave
and do what you must
It was such a long day! He got his bag wet when Mrs Cooper coffe split, he tried so hard to reach the potty in time, he was still smiling even when no one wanted to sit beside him, such a trooper
The blue strobes flashed, and Kelly swore. She pulled over and rolled down her window, rooting in her glove compartment for her paperwork. The trooper shone his light in the window, the shadows hiding his face. “Ma’am,” he said. “Please step out of the car.”
I think that the moment I saw him I knew he’d be the best child I’d know. My pregnancy had been so difficult, and so had his birth, but he was here. He was crying, he was breathing, he was kicking… It was all so surreal. My little trooper. I looked at my husband with a smile, and for once, I knew this was all going to be okay.
Trooper: Smokey bear. The man with the straight brown hat who sticks his head inside your car, uninvited, reflecting the blue lights and the bright spotlight. “What’s the problem ma’am? The reason for your speed?” he asks, and I can smell the garlic on his breath, can almost taste the command presence.
troops trained to fight on horseback. 500 horse led theBrave troopers served for our nation. attack.
Good sport, police, long lasting, with you through the thick and thin
flexible good sport don’t complain just do it compromise do what you are told without complaining don’t care if you get a reward you just do for the sake of doing it because its
A trooper is a person who troops around all over the place. He may go with a group or may go alone.
He was a trooper, first class fighter, tough, tough, tough. But when his mommy came around, he was again that little boy in navy blue overalls serving tea from fine china to his collection of teddy bears..
“You’re a good soldier”, she said after I agreed to another project that was filled with impossible demands and timelines. The sign of a trooper in this organization is to say an enthusiastic yes to impossible ideas…despit
be a trooper they always say. but what if they’re trying to lead you to hell. what if they’re just trapping you. what if there not even on your side. you trust those who you have known forever. but what if they’re just liars?
“She’s a real trooper, you know.” Josh hauled the luggage out of the back of the Camp SUV. He stacked them up on the wobbly trolley. He watched the young women filing into the retreat, all dressed in the same matching white T-shirts with the Camp Logo stamped on the back.
“And you would know?” Howell snorted. “Just take the stuff to their rooms, alright? I’ll meet you in the courtyard. The faster we finish, the easier it’ll be for the rest of us.”
“I’ve been here for two months, Howell.” Josh rolled his shoulders back, paying careful attention to the little tingling along the back of his spine. “That counts for something.” Two months back in a civilian job was pure torture, especially when his training was telling him that the brunette with the scar just below her left ear, was partially deaf and twice as dangerous.
And so I give up, I give up again
Perseverence
Lasts until the cliff edge
The last moment, when we rejoice
And I jump
I fall away
Into the cycle of life
Forgetting why I’ve done
Where I’ve done
What I am, in doing
I persevere
Until I forget myself
And fall away
My dad was a Maine State Trooper
Who was killed in the line of duty when I was six years old
Because of him I can go to college for free
There’s that expression “What A trooper”
I suppose meaning someone who is bold and brave
But to see thousands of them at one time
Paying respect to the dead
It is a very strong force.