Personal Narrative Essay: The Vietnam War

So he searched all through the day looking for the camp when he found it. It was a mess. There was a water can, with the bottom smashed out of it, the stove was all busted in with a rock, and there were nothing of any kind that could be used. But as he was about to leave, he saw a tin case above the entrance. It had a lock on it, so he got a rock and busted the lock. As he opened it, he saw a snake. He threw the tin case in a corner, and soon discovered that the thing in the case wasn?t a snake, it was a slingshot. He also noticed that the slingshot was a very nice slingshot with rubber tubes connecting to the frame, and the frame also had a slight different feature. It had an arm brace. So Ben decided that he would leave that in the camp for a while and look for some water. When he got outside, he looked around and saw some sort of a catch basin where there looked like dirty but drinkable water. So he started to go towards it. When he was about 100 yards from the catch basin, he heard some shots. He looked to his right and saw Madec with the jeep out in the desert. So, Ben started to run towards the catch basin, but ended up giving up when he was shot in the cheek and in the arm. He walked away thinking that he would come back there in the night when Madec couldn?t see him. So he fell asleep to get some rest and was awoken to see Madec shoveling out all the water into the sand and see it evaporate even before it hits the

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.

It was a normal day for Rick Hendricks a boy that is 18 years of age and he was growing tired of going to school. On one day he said “i'll make a program that lets me get all the information in the world it's pure genius!” So he went to work as the days grew by his family and friends didn't see him ass much anymore but only few friends got to do the project with him. They were on there way to finish and only few people could find the project on scratch which would let them now all the knowledge in the world but it deemed unsuccessful. Days later kids around the world became sick and acted like zombies and there was no cure . The police were looking for hendricks he was hunted for all the deaths but the states had something else to worry about the zombies were coming in an biting and infecting other people. And the only person who would now how to cure the infected was the one who started it all

Brain had finally got the pack and he opened i. Treasure he said there were many stoff inside the pack. There was food like real food for a full course meal. Not just one of them but for like 4 nights. Then Brain found some pieces of something. Then he saw that it was a 22 rifle. So he screwed in all the screws and put them together and he felt more protective. Then the last thing he saw was something in a bag. Brian thought it was a rodeo but then when he took it out it was like a walkie talkie. He stated to talk into it but then he thought it was broken. So he went to cook soe food. When the food was about done he heard something in the shore. So he quickly went out and saw a plane! The man went down

I gradually slowed from a run to a walk before coming to a complete stop. I started to listen to my heart instead of my mind as it was corrupted by a fear so profound that it made my blood run cold every time the thought arrived in my head. I never should have left my platoon. It was a mistake. They had always been there for me even when I didn’t think I needed them, but now when they needed me I let them all down. I knew I was weak and that’s why I had run away but it wasn’t my fault that I was here. It wasn’t my decision but the government and its conscription policy. What did the government know about fighting in a war? Why don’t they allow any of their children fight instead of someone else’s? I turned around and started heading back deeper into the jungle that I had come from.

I wandered across the street, the gravel crunched under my feet. I hear my dad yell my name “Amira.” I run toward my house. My dad tells me to lock the door as soon as I am in. Click, goes the lock. But, something’s not right, my dad is still outside. I look through the peephole in my door. I see 5 men in camo uniform with guns charging at my dad. They stop one meter away from him. The soliders raise thier guns. Aim. Fire. Bang, Crash. I can’t see anything except bright red blood. I scream. I hear the soldier’s feet crumble on gravel and the sound becomes more and more faint. I open my door and there in front of my eyes, my dad covered in thick blood. I roll up into a ball and start shaking. My throat starts closing up. Suddenly I hear a soft,

Six wrestling mats mantled the floors, three in each of the two gymnasiums. A battle was being fought on every one, each and every soldier using all of the weapons in his arsenal. The hands of the victors were raised while the heads of the defeated drooped. The bleachers were packed with spectators. In the thin corridor that separated the two gymnasiums, people shuffled through, walking, talking, and laughing. Wrestlers occupied the indoor track that encircled the upper floor of the gymnasiums. Awaiting their next battle, the warriors prepared their minds and bodies.

I was mounted upon the forty ton steel beast, M4 Sherman. It trampled and stomped on all of its puny enemies that had opposed it. Up ahead there was a German outpost. My heart flustered in anticipation. Ba-Dum, Ba-Dum, Ba-Dum. Caressing the large crimson button, I was ready to devour. The weapon of mass destruction finished aligning with its marked target; the button like a mole went down then quickly went up. Soaring through the sky like superman, the high explosive shell devastated the side of the building. Swivelling the turret towards the exposed infantry garrisoned there, ready to unleash a storm. However there were two deafening bangs. BOOM! BANG! We were oblivious to the other tanks in our platoons as they wanted to break their boredom. Anyone could have smelt our victory from miles away. This wasn’t a battle, this was a massacre. I could feel medals already in my hands.

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

It all started in February of 2003 when the Commander in Chief, Jeorge W. Hush initiated the threats against Saddam Hussein. It was my first unit, the first time I got to experience what the “real” Army was like outside of a training environment. We were the “The Deuce,” 542nd Maintenance Company. Things were hectic leading up to this point, and we’ve done a lot of training within our units. We were ready for war, or so we thought. All we had to do was fly.

Suddenly there was a loud explosion in the front of our truck. VC guerrillas had just fired a B40 mortar at the convoy. The truck in two positions ahead of ours immediately flipped over horizontally and partially blocked the road. It was not known if the truck got hit by the mortar or the driver had lost control of the steering wheel. Subsequently; the convoy stopped and all of us simultaneously jumped out of the trucks, like bees when their beehive was attacked. We dived to locations along the banks of the rice field on two sides of the road, to avoid the bullets and to return fire at the enemy. I looked to the left side of the road and saw Second Lieutenant Thạch, our Company Commander, was boldly leading a troop mounting a counter

After that Ismael called up the plug and told him the plan is happening in 45 minutes. Soon later Dylan came threw the door with a gold and leather one strap backpack wearing athletic black shorts and running shoes with a black nike windbreaker on. As soon as Dylan walked threw the door Ismael walked out and Dylan followed shut the door and followed Ismael as he was walked to the back of the house.

The team that was it started counting, and everybody else started running. We had told them to count to two-hundred before trying to find us. Jack and Sally ran for their lives. They knew that they couldn't be found this time they played, because every time they always lose. They ran for about one minute and appeared in the woods. Jack wanted to take a break for a second, but Sally said that they had to keep going. They ran some more and they reached a cabin type building it was surrounded by tall trees and the leaves were covering the cabin.

Max woke up with a muddy face next to a neon light sign labeled “Bobbies Grill”. As he gets up he wonders where he his,but the last thing he remembers was being in his room getting ready to play the brand new game “Zombie Battle Arena”. As he sits there thinking about what's going on he gets one crazy idea “I’m in the game.” At first he thinks it’s a silly idea then he thinks it could be possible,and then it hit him he has to get ready for when the zombies come. The first thing he does is run inside of Bobbies and tries to find something to use to protect himself,but all he could find was a baseball bat and he thought to himself “It will have to do.”

Phil sat in his room playing the RPG he made for the first time. He was extremely proud of himself for putting together something so long and brilliant. He played through it as fast as he could, and within a few hours he reached the part he really wanted to see: the end.