Creative Writing: The First Vietnam War

“Ok squad we just got word there is a small enemy outpost not far from here in the foothills, this is where most of the Taliban are staging when they attack this base. We are sending in just our squad for a quick in and out recon mission of the area," explains the Lt nodding his head rapidly.

The warm summer breeze was a nice change from yesterday's bitterly cold southerly wind. The sun was shining brightly and the lawn was shimmering green. Charlene was out on the veranda, watching her two babies frolicking around on the grass. Owen, dressed in an army green button-up shirt and knee-skimming shorts, was running around wreaking havoc on the ant nests by the oak tree.

Right now I’m in these trenches writing a heart-filled letter for y’all. But these unbearable conditions have been unsettling to me. Everytime I want to get away from the gruesome war, I think about you. The shots of the machine guns, getting exposed to mustard gas, and having to see my fellow soldiers having to deal with trench foot, all makes me feel hopeless of me staying alive. All day and night, we had to be on the lookout. Planes from the sky makes us vulnerable for air attacks. All aside from all of those problems, the one main goal is to one day find my horse Joey. Maybe both of us will somehow meet me once again during or after the war. I’m very sorry to you guys if I don’t make it home alive, but I’m going to make a big promise, never in a day or night, will I forget about you guys.

“Ready boys?” asks the Haghar Kingsman. His fiery eyes are glaring at Callaghan’s Kingsman in contempt. He drops his hand to his side, commanding the Pacas to attack.

Hi Mom! Hope you're doing well. I'm sorry that I haven't been writing to you in a while, things have just been pretty hectic here. None of us have been getting any sleep around here because we are all stuck in these trenches and are always on guard. Every morning, we'd get up and look around. We always have to stay in the trenches unless our "leader" yelled "Over the top", which means the call to attack.

At some point, their ears had finally given in to the echoing shots and yells and had dulled to the point where they could barely hear anything at all. The students - cut, bruised and bloodied - lay upon the ground. Dead or hiding. Hoping for mercy, for that’s all they had left to hope for.

Hello, this is Kelsey Maley reporting from a battlefield in France during spring of 1914. As you can most likely hear, the battle is booming behind us. The gunshots and cannon fires can be heard from miles away. From where I am standing one can also hear the cries and screams, and running horse hooves from the war below. Looking down we can see the khaki and grey uniforms either riding horses or hiding in trenches and with guns or swords. It is hard to concentrate on these men in uniforms because of the dirt and smoke covering the air around them. Walking up here is difficult because of the bumps in the ground. One may be able to feel the rumbling and shaking ground every time a cannon is fired. Each side is obeying the screams from their comandor

By March 1915 the influx of refugees from Belgium was almost at an end and Epworth played host to a social reunion consisting of games, dancing, and songs to bring together all those who had been housed in the Isle. Part of the entertainment featured songs from Mrs. W. Hirst and Mrs. R. Stephenson and a pianoforte solo by Mrs. Breeze. The month saw farmers becoming increasingly rueful; the fine weather created ideal growing conditions but a shortage of men and horse hampered progress. Indeed, there was concern that horses in the Isle were being ‘worked to death in order to make up for the lack of numbers.’ Members of the Belton VTC celebrated the opening of their new rifle range where Mr. G. H. Newborn exhorted them to use it well to learn

You have successfully entered enemy territory. You and the other recon soldiers have crossed the distance of open plain, skirted the barbed wire, and are close to the enemy trenches. You all lie on your stomachs in the mud, rifles in hand. So far, the going is good. You don’t seem to have been spotted, and no shouts of alarm split the air.

“Definitely not. We can expect a fight. I guarantee bloodshed. We’re going to have to be cunning and move quickly. When we’re ready, we will also need muscle.”

I see nothing but darkness, a blindfold, and only feel the slight climate change as i enter the new realm. I have no idea where I am, all I remember was me kicking and screaming. I kept repeating to myself, “ I am Adela winters, daughter of the head farmer…” A few minutes, it felt like hours, went by and the carriage I was in came to a complete stop. I heard a man yell for me to come out of my carriage, but I was bound and blindfolded. I tried to speak but a soft, silky handkerchief was stuffed in my mouth, so the most I could do was mumble. I heard the man curse then a door slam open. The man’s breathing whistled through my ears as i listened to him orders.” you are to leave this carriage after 30 seconds, do not mention this to anyone or I will find you and hunt you down miss winters” the man said. He cautiously removed my binds and left.

“I thought this would be a good idea for me. Also I did not want to be drafted.” Before he made this huge decision in his life he worked at a bubblegum factory. When he decided to join the military he was only 18. “I was probably the most nervous person there.” he said. Tom was very brave and Frank his brother was strong. They both went over to Vietnam and they stuck together throughout the war.

It was always best to be prepared, and the journey to Anuniaq would be dangerous with pirate ships as well as naval frigates, both friendly to Abolonia and Parsis, roaming its waters. He went on deck and found, as Sophee had previously described, soldiers busy storing supplies below deck. Looking down the wharf, it appeared that the last wagon of supplies was making its way to the ship. A soldier appeared at the end of the wharf, waving his hands and shouting as loud as he could, “Tresval is here! Tresval is here!” and kept shouting this all the way down the wharf, alerting the soldiers transporting supplies to hurry to unload the last wagon and run with its cargo up the gangplank. Nightburn found Commander Vyoxx issuing the order to set sail to his first mate who began shouting orders to the crew to hoist the flag signaling the other ships to set

We began to march. It was dark and cold and scary. Terrified the British could pop out any second, I began to think of the worst. I had heard stories of the town of Lexington having some strange occurrences. One soldier, once reported seeing a ghostly figure in a red coat walking alone in the distance. Which was really weird to EVER see a soldier walking alone at night. Let alone a red coat. We snuck quietly from the south, and we surrounded them by the West, North and South, but we had the East on our side too, it was the shoreline. They were trapped this way because they couldn't sail away.We decided to stop and rest up, and I had been hearing noises of guns cocking, and cannons being wheeled by, and generals quietly whispering orders. Everytime I heard it I would ask if the soldier next to me heard it too, He never heard it. I was concerned so I approached Captain Parker. "Sir i've been hearing noises from the North West. I think we should look for General Hugh Percy and his troops that way.”

Now to tell you about the rest of my time in Vietnam. First I was assigned into a new ship which is in Mekong Delta, which was on of the worst places there. We were attacked several times but most times we were fine, but the last attack was one of the worst days of my life Moses was shot and killed. It was devastated now all I want to do now is just go home.