wagley+journal

Castaway Journal template · Each team member will keep a journal (8 1/2 by 11 piece of paper) of the castaway adventure to turn in when finished. · The journal must be in first person form and in character, invent yourself (be a doctor, fireman, professional gambler, shower curtain salesperson, **use your imagination!**) Include a mini-biography of your character. **(required)**

Learning Advice
 * 1) Have fun!
 * 2) Write down things you have observed that you find interesting.
 * 3) Also write down questions or comments you have about the experience.
 * 4) Take notice of everything around you, in the pictures, and on the website links to piece everything together.
 * 5) Try to identify food, land formations and other things by looking them up in your textbook, and online.
 * 6) Refer back to the **Task** page to ensure you complete all of the assignment.

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My name is Mel Gibbson. I have a wife and toy boys ages 3 and 5. When I was a senior in high school i decided to join the marines. I when through training and have done several tours all over the world for the past 10 years. My most recent tour i was stationed in South Korea. Three days ago i got a letter saying i was going home. Back to my wife of five years and our two little boys. I had been waiting so long to recieve that letter. Then two days ago me and the few other soldiers that also got letters that day as well as some civilians, who reason for travel was unknow to me, got packed up and loaded into a mediem sized transportation plane. We were 15 mins into our flight and were told that this part of the flight was perticularly dangerious, we were in North Korean teritory and at had a good chance of being shot down if we were detected. We were all very nervious, all i couldl think about was getting home to my family, and how much it would suck to get shot down so close to making back to them. I had wrote them everyday, and missed them so much, now that i was finaly going back to them the thought of getting shot down was unbearable. We were working our way throught the "danger zone" and were about halfway throught, only 5 more mins and we would be home free, and could relax and try to sleep the rest of the way home. We got closer and closer, i caught myself holding my breath, i had worked so long to make it back. Then we were just on the edge, no one moved, we just sat there, waiting in listening, some of us looking out the windows. The tention was so high, then after what seemed like an hour we heard over the intercom "all clear, we are out of the danger zone, we have clear skys and smooth flighing ahead" we all stood and cheered a attendent brought out a bottle of champaign and we started to celebrate. Thats when out of no where the missle hit us. it hit the the left wing and ripped half of it off. We had no chance to save it. We fell and crashed just of a large island almost no one surived...