Personal Narrative: Legless

What kind of life is one that is lived almost as if our contact has fallen out, and all you can see is a blurry picture? Our perspective is the blurry picture. We can see that we are blessed, but we do not see it clearly. Your memoir ,An Invisible Thread, opened my eyes to a perspective I had not ever seen before. The invisible thread that led you to Maurice inspired many, like myself, to introspect and realize just how privileged we truly are. We take what we have for granted and do not appreciate it. We live in a world where we can get anything with little work, but we forget how lucky we are to even have that. I know I do not appreciate the life I have half as much as I should.

For countless of people today, the Vietnam war is just something from the past, but for Tim O’Brien, the Vietnam War will endlessly be with him. This one year in Vietnam changes the lives of this platoon from emotional pain, physical pain, as well as muscle pain will commence to cloud their vision. The weight of the things that they carried takes great effect on them that they have to continue to endure on this one year trip in Vietnam and remember these memories for the rest of their lives..

While the Vietnam War was a complex political pursuit that lasted only a few years, the impact of the war on millions of soldiers and civilians extended for many years beyond its termination. Soldiers killed or were killed; those who survived suffered from physical wounds or were plagued by PTSD from being wounded, watching their platoon mates die violently or dealing with the moral implications of their own violence on enemy fighters. Inspired by his experiences in the war, Tim O’Brien, a former soldier, wrote The Things They Carried, a collection of fictional and true war stories that embody the

Often times, we feel we deal with the weight of so many burdens. We feel overwhelmed and aren’t able to do anything about it. But unlike our minor situations faced daily that we feel is weighing down on us, there are many veterans who would love to have it as good as we do. Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried discusses many veterans who experience the burden of shame and guilt daily due to their heroic actions taken during the Vietnam War. The book shows you how such a war can change a man before, during, and after it’s over.

r. Mcloud wrote a book about Evansville in World War II. In this book Dr. Mcloud wanted to ensure people that the story of Evansville in this time would not be lost, but passed on. In the beginning of his speech, he thanked people for helping him get the information he needed in order to write his book. He also thanked everyone that set up and gave him the opportunity to have the book signing. After thanking these people, Dr. Mcloud acknowledged all of the Veterans in the room. To my surprise there were many. Dr. Mcloud then showed a picture of his father, who was a veteran from WWII. named Lachlan Macleod. He was in the navy and sailed the sea passing on desired supplies. Finally, Dr. Mcloud acknowledged his children and his wife, Jessica.

The infantry soldiers of the war the wised up to their situation wrote many interesting letters. These “grunts” knew what they got themselves into and their letters reflect this. Most of them wrote letters home the described their everyday routing during the war. Back at home a lot of pressure was being put on politicians to end the war. Unlike previous wars many believed this wasn’t their place and believed America shouldn’t have gotten involved. The letters sent home during this time was a way to persuade people to fight to end the war. Although, not as important as other things the letters sent during this time are still important as they describe the reality of the Vietnam War. One of these letters was very detailed and describes what was important to him even if it wasn’t important to others. Cameron MacDonald wrote this letter while in Vietnam in October 1968. MacDonald begins his letter to his mom stating, “We’ve been running around these mountains every day without a break.” He starts the letter by expressing something that is very important that most people don’t talk about; the fatigue from walking. The constant walking soldiers must endure

Sitting in his wheelchair, Ed Keith never thought he would lose his leg in Vietnam. At age 19 Ed became interested in the war because of everything happening in the world. Due to his hearing issues he was not allowed to go to the Korean war so he was sent to Fort Bragg. He had the highest IQ of all the people there. When he went home he went back to college and when he heard his friend died he reenlisted in 1965.

He wanted to go home and help but they all said “no!!” after a few months he moved to his restaurant. He lived in the restaurant basement, but he didn’t mind the mice or spiders.

He could have left with his sweaty, red-faced partner to go play golf. However, he chose to help somebody in need, and I am very appreciative. Thanks to all of his tips, I can play golf very well with others. I thank him for his time and all of his

I been through a lot to be of assistance for this awesome police officer in Chicago, Illinois. I went through being distributed from Cupertino, California to Chicago, to being manufactured in South Korea, being made into many different parts to be an intermediate good, and being different parts as a raw material. I’m starting with who I am ,I am a iPhone 7 Red.{I know, I know, I am fancy} I am with this officer where I go all around Chicago with my owner Officer Jentson and we go fight crime and help other around our community. I came to Officer Jentson through the FedEx mail. I originally came from different parts of the world. Before I got to Officer Jentson I was in Cupertino, California going through the distribution process, that process

"That moron over there ordered a strawberry Frappuccino. What is he? Six?" That was the first thing Chris said to me. I remember because it was what I was about to order (I then changed to a vanilla latte with an extra shot of syrup). I laughed anyways because he seemed to think it was funny and I admired his confidence. Chris chatted me up, saying something about how he whole-heartedly believed that coffee ought to be coffee flavored. I agreed. I didn’t want to tell him that coffee turned my stomach into knots and twists and that a single cup had my body feeling too acidic.

We all fell laying in the grass, tears of joy running down our faces. “Finley after a whole year, I got it.” My dad said. As he got home from the first day, he was wearing his new uniform. After a year he decided that he wanted to get the job on the road. He filled out an application and they said that they needed some

My mother had quiet a lot of brothers and sisters, there was nine in all.. Mother said most of her brothers and sisters married out of their parents house in Sampson City, moving into one of the houses owned by a man named Mr. Hogan, In these days the houses were called quarters, which consisted of one or two bed rooms and a kitchen all sat in a row. The families living in those little houses worked for Mr. Hogan who was the BOSS MAN. All the men worked at the Turpentine steel, that was owned by Mr. Hogan. They paid no rent and received a very small salary for their labor. Sundays after church was the relaxing time. We would visit with family and friends. In that time we did not own cars in that time, we did not have to go out in shop. The

I’ll never forget the day my family got our first new best friend. It was Saturday and my Mom, Hayden, Drew, and me all went out to get our new furry friend, a few hours later we all got in the car and headed to the pound. Two men came outside with a cage in their hands, they set the cage down in the front right seat. It moved a lot but it was quiet as it did.

I was born with Fibular Hemimelia, a condition that leaves my left leg significantly shorter than my right leg. To decrease the length discrepancy, I have had countless surgeries between the ages of 8-14, which placed me in the hospital for long periods of time. These were very challenging times where I had to manage my pain, parents, and school. The only way to fix my medical condition was through leg lengthening or amputations. I decided to have leg lengthenings, which meant that I pulled my bones apart a cm every day and had 21 rods through my leg. I didn’t handle the pain the best at first — I would scream and refuse to move. However, because of other things going on I had to suck it up. While I was in the hospital handling pain I also