Personal Narrative Essay: The First Vietnam War

One day in 7th grade at 6th block it was almost time for Eogs to begin actually they were the following monday and i was talking to natalie.Mr.Clark was talking about something that really bored me ,so talking to natalie was pretty much my only option.I really should of payed attention but you know it was almost the end of the year and no one really payed attention.He wanted us to take notes so i pulled out a bunch of paper.Everybody kept asking me for paper so i got very annoyed.

I was so into the song that I didn’t see Evy slip away into the back of the stage where she had hymned the background music. The audience erupted into a roar. Everyone in the audience stood up. A person was walking towards the stage. I recognized him immediately. His name was Ansel. He was a college scout for Juilliard. He asked to see me after the show.

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 rose from bed, I could hear my wife starting to make breakfast. Today was going to be quite a day, mainly due to a fast coming winter and the need to harvest the squash and corn was increasing each day. I proceeded to change into my work attire and brown maroon felt hat I had bought myself last week. I walked out of my room and went into the main room where I had my breakfast every morning. I walked over to the table and sat in a hand carved chair made by the finest carpenter in Saybrook where my porridge awaited me. After sitting down at the table with my two sons and wife, I blessed our porridge and had my younger son read a Bible verse. Reading the Bible is a crucial part of being a Puritan since if one could not read the Bible they

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.

A jagged pain arcs across my chest as I take in a breath. My legs grind up one after the other, barely moving but still pushing me forward. The runners ahead of me continue to press on, legs becoming a blur as they widen the gap. Eyes glancing up for a split-second, I find a primitive strength rising up within me, something that says No. You are not done yet. Throwing my arms higher and feeling my body ache even more, I set my gaze on a tree that lines the top of the hill, and I gradually increase the length of my strides, slowly but surely catching up with the group that was about to leave me behind. As we pound around the corner and begin to coast downhill, I release a small sigh of relief, despite my exhausted lungs. I may have won a battle, but the war continues, and we continue to

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.

It was 5 am in the morning and I was flying over the Persian Gulf, I was exhausted from the 18 hour flight from Virginia. All I wanted to do was sleep, but the vast amount of emotions I had swirling around in my body kept me in a trance state. Scared because this was my first time in the Middle East and excited to finally see something new, it was a bittersweet moment for me. Finally we landed, Excited to feel my legs again, I rushed towards the front of the plane, only to feel like someone was holding a perpetual blow dryer and LED light to my face. And at that moment, I knew I had arrived in Qatar --- what has the military gotten me into?

I miss my dad. He was so valiant to defend our country in the Vietnam war. Unfortunately, he was the only one who kept me company, since my mom was always working. Recently, a family moved in down the street. We decided to pay them a friendly visit. My mom, being the sweet woman she was, had time to make cookies and bring them to our new neighbors. The lady who answered the door was named Mrs.Kwon. She had escaped with her daughter from the violence and terror in Vietnam. Mrs.Kwon invited us in. I noticed a girl about my age, with coffee colored hair, and a lilting voice.

Upon arriving to theater, the news spread out quick that one of our engineer platoons was hit

One day a boy name Matt got a game called Fortnite, but he fought it the ground and the front of the box destroy this at all cost, so he brought it home being stupid and start and second he start it play a light, and he disappeared. When Matt woke he was in a strange land where everything look weird, and Matt realizes he in the game. Matt knew how to play a bit he thought so he got on the bus a went to Tilted Towers, and fought a pump and bandages. Then the run from his life.

I first got into the war when I was in my 20’s. I started training and knew this was what I wanted to do. I wanted to help my country and make it a safer place. I had worked hard and got my spot in the army. Lots of people have asked if I have killed someone before. I just say no because I don't like to get into detail. But, the truth I have killed a lot of people.

I could feel the warmth from the sun hugging my skin, I took a sip of my cold drink as the ice touched my lips. My feet were deep in the sand as i heard the waves crash on the beach. I realized that this was the first time that i had been alone with peace and quietness. We were scheduled to move out in two days. I never thought that the war would be so vicious and painful. Back in New York all they said was that you would be back in two months crowned a hero. This was my second year deployed, my platoon was deep into Vietcong territory. We had fought through jungles, rice paddies and quicksand. Most of us hated everything about this god forsaken country. Before two years ago I had never heard of Vietnam, most of us wouldn't have been able to

The guild reported that we only had a few blocks left of Langley center before we had reclaimed the entire town. There may be a few stray houses on the outskirts, but overall it was all ours. This was exciting news, since if we controlled all of the town it was more likely it would remain ours. We could live almost normally, especially with the stable food supply that we had. The next morning, however, explosions riddled against part of the wall on the west side, and the Zed overran about six blocks before they were shut down. I can only think it was the same person who tried to sabotage the helicopter. The guild seems fairly confident that they’ll be able to salvage the damage, but our town rebuilding is going to take a little longer than originally anticipated. The helicopter was finished by the end of that week - It looks like luck has not completely left us. This allowed us to travel to the further places a little faster, not to mention having a birds eye view allowed us to scope the lay of the land and how many blocks

I hate to say it, but i am actually quite scared. However, my parents assure me that it will be ok. During class today, we had the old, dusty radio playing. After the song titled “My Bird of Paradise” written by Irving Berlin finished playing, the radio host started talking. As John Scott said the dreaded, six words nobody wanted to hear, we all fell silent. Scott had said “It finally happened, Germany attacked Belgium”. We all knew what that meant, we were going to have a war. I have lived in Belgium my entire life (14 years). Scott said something, I didn’t quite hear it all but I did hear him say “Stay inside, or at least away from big establishments like Nathan's Home Goods. Nobody should panic, We are ready for this war, we can do it, we