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Reflective Essay: My First Vietnam War

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The thunder roared outside my window as I wished I could go back in time and be little again when there was no responsibilities to fulfill, no homework to do, and when I was free. I looked down at my homework with hatred, knowing I’d have to finish pointless history sometime or another. I skimmed over the history book that was laying there taunting me. I slowly read the words trying to understand what I was supposed to be learning about. My eyes hurt and sleep was coming on, I could feel it. It was a war between me and my body, the battle was short and sleep won. It was all dark, I heard rain hit the windows in my small musty room. The lightning radiantly lit my room up, I felt myself let out a small scream and I got out of bed. Running out

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