Reflective Essay: The First Vietnam War

The guild reported that we only had a few blocks left of Langley center before we had reclaimed the entire town. There may be a few stray houses on the outskirts, but overall it was all ours. This was exciting news, since if we controlled all of the town it was more likely it would remain ours. We could live almost normally, especially with the stable food supply that we had. The next morning, however, explosions riddled against part of the wall on the west side, and the Zed overran about six blocks

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

didn't need some fucking hippie lecturing me about peace. Personally, I didn't care one bit. War happens, get over it. ------------------------------------------- Today's date is March 28th, 1973. I'm standing on a rooftop in Saigon in wrinkled slacks and a short-sleeve, white button-up. My commanding officer told us this morning to change into civilian clothes to avoid the angry mobs back home. The war reached it's ugly crescendo, the protests a fever-pitch, and now, after three years in this god

I’ve had difficulties with self-confidence since I was a child. Usually, People perceived me as the quiet person in my close group of peers. Even in my family, I tend to be more reserved than my parents and siblings. While my older brother devoted hours to deafening video games and my sister spent time with her friends, I withdrew to my room to draw or read. Occasionally, my grandmother would forget I was even in the house. There have been numerous disputes within the house that have contributed

Friday like usual. But everything after that day changed, I was not going to be a normal 11 year old boy anymore, I was not going to be coming back from religion class on a normal Friday, My life was going to change. And that change started with a war. War. To me it seemed like our country was protected by many walls and army’s, and they would never leave us. I thought that we were never going to be under attack. And I thought that we had the smartest army and we had the smartest country in the whole

classroom was not one hundred percent content as I had anticipated. Instead my Mentor teacher and I have been focusing on teaching certain skills to the students through U.S. history content. Skills such as pulling the main ideas out of readings, essay writing skills, as well as creating an argument. While content is all swell and good, when students are unable to access the content through lack of literacy skills, then what content is really being taught? It seems there are three major areas in

tension and war. This essay will look to examine the balance of power using retrospective analysis of historical events, focusing on the lead up to and the outbreak of WWI and its conclusion and the Cold war. Through this it can be hoped to find a clearer definition of the balance of power, whether it is really a balance analogous to a set of scales and whether the balance of power is a way of preserving peace and stability or whether it is on the whole, better termed as the balance of war, creating

Judith Ortiz Cofer a Latin American author of short stories, poetry, autobiography, young adult fiction, and essays, as a young child migrated to Mainland America from Puerto Rico with her family, moving into an apartment complex with other people of Latin descent. Although, she spent most of her years in the Continental U.S. her writings are reflective of the strong latin heritage that her mother undoubtedly instilled in her from a young age. This is clear in her short story “Nada” where the narrator

War is hell. The images that passed through the conciousness of those who participated in the Vietnam War left indelible visions. Rather than giving an opinion of,the war, Komunyakaa writes with a structure designed to allow the reader to experience the images and form their own opinions. The visions, images and experiences of thevietnam War as expressed by Komunyakaa vividly displays the war through his eyes and allows one to obtain the experiences of the war without being there. The title of the

Assignment Reflective Statement Word Count: 370 Works in Translation Essay Word Count: 1404 Reflective Statement: “How was your understanding of cultural and contextual considerations of the work developed through the interactive oral?” Upon listening to the interactive orals, there is a distinct difference in the ideas presented by the author in the work, which does not apply with situations in my Australian, contemporary society. Huong’s novel focuses on life in Vietnam during the 1980s