Personal Narrative: An Interview With A Vietnam Woman

She hung out with friends, went to games, and went to the library. When she hung out with friends they would go roller skating or even go to the movies. They went to the movies at least once a week. She said that the movies prices ranged for ¢.10 to ¢.25 depending on what mood the ticket salesman was in. When they would go to high school games they had an activities pass that allowed them to go to all the games for free. When she went to the library she was only allowed to check out one book at a time. In the summer, she spent a lot of time running back in forth between her house and the library. In the winter, Doris remembers going sledding. Doris did not have to work while she was growing up, but she did babysit. She said that she bought pantyhoes with her money she

She then started schooling at St. Joseph’s Catholic Elementary school at age five. She was an excellent student and even skipped kindergarten. Her best friend all through schooling was Kathy McCormick. Kathy, Kathy’s sister Laura, Kacey and Diane were inseparable. They collected little glass toys called Miniatures, read and traded Nancy Drew books, had snowball fights and played with Tammy Dolls. When Diane grew up, she was sent outside to play outside in the morning, came inside for lunch then did not return back inside until the streetlights were on.

When I first got put in the challenge program I was very scared. I only knew a handful of people and I didn’t know if it was the best fit for me. However, the past 4 years have proven me wrong. I would have been bored and in challenge when you have teachers like Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Hill, you wonder why you questioned yourself.

I was running around from tent to tent and it was chaos I was scared, but I needed to help the people that were hurt it was my job. As a German plane buzzed overhead I, nurse Helen Doyal dropped face down in the mud. As an American nurse serving at a British Army base hospital near the Western Front in 1918, it's my job to help the wounded people and soldiers who fight.

As I drove downtown to visit Carol and Lee, I looked for a back way back in which would mean that I wouldn’t be seen. I wandered around for a while, eventually finding their house situated a few hundred yards from a McDonald on Bragg Boulevard and saw an alleyway behind the restaurant. I went to McDonald, where I waited a while before exiting into the back alley to see if I was followed. When I was convinced that it was all clear, I leaped over the fence into Carol’s backyard and up to the door.

We narrowly made it out of the airport. Hank almost got taken down because he got distracted. These infrasound weapons were devastating, but had a major drawback, one that almost cost my best friend his life.

I was just a mere eight years old the day of the battle, but I remember it like it was just yesterday. My family of three lived in Franklin, Tennessee, not far from the Carter family, whom we were quite close with. On November 21,1864 Union soldiers began to roll in.1 The soldiers dug trenches not too far in front of the Carter’s home. Their house and the Carnton plantation got the worst of it. 30,000 Union soldiers entrenched taking up over two miles,2 with no regard for our little town.

Question One: Describe the community you lived in, or what your hometown was like? Did you notice any change after the war began?

In May of 2007 I was a recently promoted Specialist with 20 months in the Army and 11 months in Iraq. I was assigned to B Company, 5th Battalion, 20th Infantry Regiment; a member of the 2nd Infantry Divisions 3rd Stryker Brigade Combat Team. As part of President George W. Bush’s “Surge” our 12 month deployment was extended to 15 months. We had spent the previous months moving around Iraq to support multiple areas of operation (AO), but in March of 2007 had moved to the volatile city of Baqubah, where we had begun the long and arduous task of clearing the city of insurgent forces.

All of my problems began and ended with a book and a statue. I was currently surrounded by dozens of giant carnivorous lizards. This explanation may be slightly confusing for you, so please allow me to tell my story.

thump Thump THUMP BOOM, “GET UP SOLDIER THIS IS A BATTLE GROUND NOT A BED Thomas blitzfield get up and shoot the dang nazis”! Major strongmen shouted at thomas who was knocked out by the motor that exploded near him. As he stumbled to his torn boots he gets knocked down again but this time by one of his squad members rien ” you should know better to stand up in a fight with a German tank”. Thomas had completely forgotten that there was a tiger tank involved,to be honest he had forgotten he was in a battle in the first place. As he slowly came to his senses (mind)and knelt on the ground instead of standing on his feet. He and 34 other soldiers were trapped against a army of 200 soldiers with much bigger fire power then them that was not including

When my friends or family ask me to tell them about the war I always share the same story. It was after midnight and we were at the ambush sit, outside My Khe. We were spread out in a dense bush. We worked in teams of two, and we would switch every two hours. In the last five hours nothing had happened, I finished my two hours and woke up Tim to switch off. It was hot and foggy, and all I wanted to do was sleep, but that was hard to do when you are at war. I had tossed and turned and had finally

“My parents were very calm about it around me and my siblings, we just thought that that is how life was.” Her parents owned a potato farm so they had no issue trading them for clothes, shoes, and other goods. “We lived on one pair of shoes a year, which was ok because that’s all we needed. I never really thought it was a hard time until it was over, and we were so thankful for everything afterwards. It felt like we were livin large afterwards but we were just average.” She said she was a kid at the time

Her father was having trouble making end meet. His new job would only give him part-time hours. Their family could not exist off of his salary along, so Shirley’s mother went to work a domestic worker. Shirley was the oldest, so she got the latch key. They were told to stay in the house and not to open the door for no one until their mother got home. Finally her father began to work full-time and he was promoted to supervisor at his job. Shirley’s mom quit working her domestic job; but she would always be a seamstress. While leaving in Brooklyn Shirley and her family lived in the worst tenement apartments and what we now call ghettos. One apartment they lived in was so cold, that during the winter, they just closed off one room and all the sisters slept in one bedroom. Shirley was affected by the cold for the rest of her life after that experience. They did move to another apartment in the Bedford-Stuyvesant. He father became a janitor and the apartment was free. The High School she attended was all women mostly white, but the neighborhood was predominately black. Shirley parent keep a tight rein on their girls. In fact she never had a regular date in high school or college. She had good study habits and a high IQ, which garnered a few scholarships in schools out of town, but her parents could not afford the room and board. Shirley would attend Brooklyn City College. At this point Shirley knew very

It was in my hometown, when the disaster happened; the smoke has yet to leave my nightmares. Since I was a little boy, my family fought with each other. It was not uncommon, though, for families to fight, I mean at that time the country was completely divided. We were in a troubled time; families were depressed by conflicts in Vietnam. The Vietnam War was just starting and nobody knew how big the issue would become.