Personal Narrative Essay: Life After The Vietnam War

His father did not want to hear it. “Lennie. Take hold of him. I want to see you do it.” (Faulkner, p.207). His mother held him for a while even know deep down she knew Sarty was trying to do what was right. Sarty freed himself and ran to the landlord’s house to inform him of his father’s future actions that night.

"First of all your on speakerphone, second of all its you and Jeremiah. The cute couple who were prom queen and prom king."

My hands were covered in blood.. It was only a matter of time till they caught me.. I could hear the roaring of the wind. The heavy breathing coming from my own chest.. My stomach ached in pain. I could feel the tears beginning to escape from my eyes...

This is the end, i’m sorry I have to leave you. You have grown so much since the first time I had seen you. I will miss you. At that moment, I realized that I won’t get to see America grow even more than it already has... Ok, before I give away anything else, let’s go to this morning, before all of this happened. It was Friday, April 14, 1865, 7:08am when my wife Mary came into my bedroom and made me the usual breakfast in bed. She got me 1 egg and a cup of coffee. After I got out of bed I went to my office and worked for a while.

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.

Once the staff was able to cart him off the field coach yelled, “ Get in there Joey”. My eyes lit up and I sprinted to the huddle. “Great to see ya” muttered Jack who seemed a lot less than grateful.

After war hit, virtually everything was deteriorated. In a four-mile radius from where I stand, not a single architecture except for the government buildings and makeshift shops are still structurally sound. Families are forced to survive, father's craft shelters for their families out of the detritus that remains. Children, including ages of even six years, sleep deprived due to labor, desperately attempt to rest on empty, dented, bed frames. The only people that have real, formal shelters are the aristocrats that pay hundreds of thousands of dollars to hire a room in a government shelter and the government families.

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.

I walked in and saw mom on the floor bleeding. I looked up at James and saw him starting to cry. I’d rush at him with the mindset to kill him too, and I knew he was gonna shoot me that night. James and Dad went outside to talk about what just happened. I cuddled mom until she took her final breath. I went outside when I seen James and Dad talking to some boys from the Hawks. James looked at me and pointed his eyes to tell me go back in the house. The hawks players pulled out some guns and shot James and Dad for shooting ken at the party. Uncle Bob tackled me to

I am so sorry that you have to go through all this. As I was reading your letter I saw that you did not want to show any of your “pain” and or shout to Margot, Van Daan, Dussel and dad, I do not think that is the best of your ideas I feel that they should know how you feel. And tell them everything that they caused for you. Even if they do scream all the more. You shouldn't just go by how they feel about you when your quiet or when you talk. Honestly, I think they are just jealous of you. But there's something I have never told anyone but since I feel all of your pain.I haven't told anyone Ever. I feel that I can finally tell you what happened when I “disappeared” last year. Well, I never disappeared I was on a trip to California, well I had just gotten a job at a

Nine year old Aaron Schmitt had been rummaging around in his dad’s closet and found a shiny new toy. He was enthralled with his find. As he felt the cold metal in his hand, he thought of the fun he could have playing a game of cops and robbers. Aaron spun the gun around in his hand wanting to show it to his friends. He knew he should ask for permission from his parents to take the gun but he figured his dad would never realize the gun was missing. He thought long and hard about what he was going to do and finally decided that he was going to take the gun to school and show it off. His decision made, he put the gun in his backpack to take to school the following morning.

It was the day before it all happened, everyone knew that people were coming to fight and take all the men, in the refugee to go fight against us, we didn’t know what to do with my father. Once my father came back home we were so sad because we didn’t want our dad to leave us, so we were planning to hide my father, Aunt Betsy was telling us kids to go in the room because, my parents had to talk. So me (Sally) and my little 5 year old brother. My little brother (Michael) all he talked about was being a warrior which I didn’t like because, we were going to be a in a war, but I didn't mind because I knew he was little and really didn’t know what he wanted to be.

He knew he had to flee so, he did. Joey and his wife didn’t know what to do and they had nobody to ask for advice. So Joey fled to Italy where he would be least expected. He also knew he had to change his lifestyle to. Joey wore different clothes, talk different and did everything different. Life was different for Joey now and he met new people and was starting to like it. Joey laid low for 10 years but, people were still searching for him. After finding out this news he returned to England in attempt to be a different, new and better person. Joey succeeded and nobody noticed himself or his wife as a Joey and Martha. Now after returning unnoticed Joey decided to settle back in his own town

I remember something my father use to tell me, “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.” I remember a time before all of this crap happened, a time where i would sit on my porch, on my favourite chair and watch over my farm. “It was peaceful”, but now, now I'm crawling through the mud, careful not to pop my head up, i don't want to die. The scent of sulfur and gunpowder envelopes the fields, gun shots wring in my ears. I see mud, dirt and the occasional dead body, “god damn I miss that farm”. But now I don't know if ill ever see it again. I make it to an outpost, a little hut towards the side of our field, “Its right next to no mans land” I state to myself. Its dark, so very dark, “If i was at home i would be sleeping”, those were

“Isn’t this nice? We never have lunch together anymore. Dennis what’s new with you?” Nana asked.