Personal Narrative: My First Vietnam War

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...

As I drove downtown to visit Carol and Lee, I looked for a back way back in which would mean that I wouldn’t be seen. I wandered around for a while, eventually finding their house situated a few hundred yards from a McDonald on Bragg Boulevard and saw an alleyway behind the restaurant. I went to McDonald, where I waited a while before exiting into the back alley to see if I was followed. When I was convinced that it was all clear, I leaped over the fence into Carol’s backyard and up to the door.

We waited several minutes but no response from the officer my dad put the truck in gear and drove slowly forward but before we knew my bike was hanging from a tree with a sign that says back up or we shall perish your souls with this noise maker. My dad listened he backed up but then grabbed his 9 millimeter from under the seat and aimed unsuspiciously at the noose that was holding my bike in place from the handlebars he said “climb in the back open the window and be ready to secure the bike” I replied with a simple “Oh Yeah”. 3 2 1…… rrrrrr went the engine and pow went the gun the bike was falling straight to a flat and into

I hope my explanation will help you to understand the war better. I will come home soon, and I will tell you more stories that I came

The man in a black mask shouted at me to get down, so I did… and what happened next… scared the living shit out of me!.

As he got his last shot off, he heard another shot from his left and felt a sharp pain in his forearm, he crawled back to his cover before his enemy could confirm him. He quickly ripped his sleeve off and examined the wound. He patched himself with some field bandage and dressing which stung tremendously. He planned out that he had to kill the enemy to escape and he only had a pistol revolver to do it

I took off running. Far away. Trying to hide from the man coming for me. Toes pointed, head high, and arms slightly elevated like I was going to take off flying. As I took in my surroundings, a dim moonlight, foggy atmosphere, and a cold breeze chilling my whole body, I darted into the eerie forest when suddenly… thump! While my eyes were adjusting to the dark environment, my leg got caught on a tree trunk and I fell onto the hard ground.

I took him to my camp, and tied him to a tree. He tried, but couldn’t escape. All that mattured now was survival, or I’ed be

“BOOM!” we heard a gunshot. Finn and I both turned around, frightened by the sound right behind us.

It was an ordinary day waking up early, making breakfast for my owners. I was out in the town buying food for tonight’s dinner when a young gentleman walked up to me. I was unimaginably scared but by the time I decided to run it was too late.

Also I’m one of the very lucky people to say, I have someone in my family who left for war and came back. My grandfather on my dad's side was in the air force. He tells me about the times he had and how scary it got to be sometimes. I think about it quite often. About how my grandfather felt so strongly about this nation that he would risk his life for

I screamed from the impact, already feeling a trickle of blood somewhere on my face. Yet a scratch was the least of my worries, the old man stood like a dark demon at the top of the hill, his facial expression unknown, he was nothing but a shadow. What worried me the most was the black outline of a shotgun in his hand lowering my way, I prayed to God one la…..

When I asked to join the terrorist group, they said I had to do a truly terrible act and get away with it. I think this was the moment. I sped to the war memorial and noticed there was only one soldier standing guard. This is the perfect opportunity, I thought, as I shot him. The butchery was so amazing. Now to the average person this would be crazy, but the fact that one bullet could do this to a person's head.

He gets no response, then hears a dull thud of a door closing. He quickly checks his surroundings and finds only 1 door, that leads to a cellar. He approaches quietly, opens the door and shines his flashlight through. Slowly he walks down the stairs. He stops when he reaches the floor and shines his light on an object at the far side of the room. It was a bag. He slowly as he approached it and opened it. What he saw made him start to gasp until his breath was knocked out of him. He tried to yell but only accomplished a small peep. Struggling to break free from the killers grasp, but was rewarded with a large thump on his head, then he was out cold.

It wasn’t the flashlight he was afraid of, it was me. I lean on the stall door and look down at the floor. I breathe in and out trying to calm myself down.