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Personal Narrative-My First Vietnam War

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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, …show more content…

“It is horrible Amira saw him being shot, she is only 8.” My mum whispers. “Ream shouldn’t have been shot for standing up. The poor boys that got tortured for grafting on the wall is unfair. A war has broken out. This is not the Syria I remember.” I hear someone start to uncontrollably weep. Poor mum, is the only thing going through my mind. Creak. The front door opens then shuts. Who is that, but I am too exhausted, so I close my red, puffy …show more content…

I think this is the light that will take me to heaven. “Sweetie, you are awake,” my mother’s voice is so shaky. “Mum?” My head turns to my left, my mother sits with a weak face. She tells me that the cannon ball hit my leg and I am in a hospital in Lebanon, she told me that my leg is gone. I look down and all I see is a stump. Tears well up in my eyes I hold them back.
10 days later, the doctors tell me my recovery has finished, my mother and I walk out the hospital. I ask my mother “What are we going to do?” She answers “Let us find a place to sleep.” But her eyes look so sad and miserable.
We find an alley and some cardboard boxes to sleep on. My stomach grumbles at the top of its lungs. My mother lying beside me, wide awake. She looks so pale and thin; she reminds me of a ghost. I shut my eyes.

When I wake up I see a deathly, pale, colourless body. I check to see if she is breathing. Nothing. As much as I tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from my throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping. I check to see if my mother left anything for me like some food or jewels so I could always remember her. I see a white piece of paper in her

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