Short Story: The First Vietnam War

In her book The Vietnam Wars, 1945-1990, author Marilyn Young examines the series of political and military struggles between the United States and Vietnam, a nation that has been distinctively separated as the South and the North. Young chooses to express the daily, weekly, monthly progresses of the affairs collectively called the Vietnam Wars, focusing on the American interventions in the foreign soil. She seeks to provide an answer to a question that has haunted the world for years: What was the reason behind the United States interfering in the internal affairs of a foreign country in which it had no claims at all? Young discloses the overt as well as covert actions undertaken by the U.S. government officials regarding the foreign affairs with Vietnam and the true nature of the multifaceted objectives of each and every person that’s involved had.

Description a. The setting varies a lot in this story because it’s a story about the life of Tim O’ Brien. But most of the time the stories take place in Vietnam. Because this story is about the author, you can find a lot of flashbacks to his hometown Massachusetts. This way you can clearly see the contrast between his hometown and Vietnam before the war and after the war. In the story there are two main places where the actions take place namely Quang Ngai and Massachusetts. Quang Ngai is where the war takes place and Massachusetts is where Tim O’ Brien is from and where he did live.

This is the end, i’m sorry I have to leave you. You have grown so much since the first time I had seen you. I will miss you. At that moment, I realized that I won’t get to see America grow even more than it already has... Ok, before I give away anything else, let’s go to this morning, before all of this happened. It was Friday, April 14, 1865, 7:08am when my wife Mary came into my bedroom and made me the usual breakfast in bed. She got me 1 egg and a cup of coffee. After I got out of bed I went to my office and worked for a while.

The Vietnam War is truly one of the most unique wars ever fought by the Unites States of by any country. It was never officially declared a war (Knowll, 3). It had no official beginning nor an official end. It was fought over 10,000 miles away in a virtually unknown

I was mounted upon the forty ton steel beast, M4 Sherman. It trampled and stomped on all of its puny enemies that had opposed it. Up ahead there was a German outpost. My heart flustered in anticipation. Ba-Dum, Ba-Dum, Ba-Dum. Caressing the large crimson button, I was ready to devour. The weapon of mass destruction finished aligning with its marked target; the button like a mole went down then quickly went up. Soaring through the sky like superman, the high explosive shell devastated the side of the building. Swivelling the turret towards the exposed infantry garrisoned there, ready to unleash a storm. However there were two deafening bangs. BOOM! BANG! We were oblivious to the other tanks in our platoons as they wanted to break their boredom. Anyone could have smelt our victory from miles away. This wasn’t a battle, this was a massacre. I could feel medals already in my hands.

There was once a gigantic bucket of green, oozing, nasty slime above Bobsylvania. This was the most populated town in the world. Everyone was always happy and rich. The bucket of slime was cleaned up in 2145 after the big disaster. The slime came hurtling from the sky like a giant booger. It hit jacktown (which was Bobsylvania at the the time) and everyone was covered in it.

My names is Pvt. James Mohammad, I’m was being deployed tomorrow the war was ready for me but I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready for war. I hadn’t been totally prepared for war yet and my unit didn’t seem to like me after all we were fighting middle easterners’ and I was middle eastern. I was born right here in america and can’t even walk down the street without being stared at or called a terrorist.

Triptych He surveys the vast fields of dull brown corn plants. The skin of his hands is as aged and dry as the denim that he wears. The porch and his hat are fighting a losing battle against the sun that still blinds him. Sweat drips down his brow as he sits in his chair, taking in the scenery. The scorched, cracked earth which cannot support the dying corn plants. Almost everything is dead. Everything else is dying. High above him the sky is almost clear, with one pure white cloud which only serves to taunt him. The 1973 Ford F-150 stands guard over the field. The old truck has not moved in weeks. The man does not need to go in to town anymore. What could he sell? What could he buy? All of the money he had saved was spent on food for the year. Weeks and

“Bao,” I said, “We’re survivors. To return was our goal.” “Maybe, it was, but now I dream about being in Nam. I dream of returning to my brothers who died there.” “I don’t think let alone dream about Nam,” I said. “I feel like I deserted my buddies who are still there. That’s

VIETNAM WAR From 1954 to 1975, America fought its longest and costliest war. The Vietnam War created massive disruption to Southeast Asia and tremendous turmoil in American society.

VIETNAM WAR Gordon Gabriel History 222: Final Paper December 11, 2016 When I was choosing a topic for this paper I thought of many significant events within United States history during the time period we covered during the last few weeks, but there is one event that has always had my interest. That is the Vietnam War, more specifically not only the war overseas, but the war that was going on right here at home. For the remainder of my paper, I will be discussing about three major points relating to the Vietnam War. I will be talking about the life of an American solider fighting in Vietnam, the life of that soldier’s family, and the life of the average United States citizen.

The short, muscular man sneered above her, sweat pouring down his forehead. Using his left arm, the soldier had been pinning her arms onto her back, his grip on Tokyo's neck tightened and she gasped, her eyes widening. It was an achievement in itself that she had made it at least half a k away from the prisoners camp. Tokyo was choking on the reddish brown dirt, her legs covered in deep cuts and bruises. He began kicking her brutishly in the ribs again, and soon she was coughing out blood. She broke free from his grip and grabbed his left arm that had been choking her and began to bite and claw at it. He howled but before he could do anything, Tokyo staggered up and stabbed weakly at his face. A jab in the soldier's right eye was enough for

As a journalist I write stories about what goes on in this country. This continuous war is the hardest and most dangerous story I have written yet. The people wants this to end but I can tell that it isn’t going to happen for a long while. I chose this

“Bill and I were against the war. We tried to keep you from having to fight in a losing cause, and just because we’re Republicans has nothing to do with how we felt during Vietnam. I’m tired of letting all the minorities run our country.” Sherrill paused to emphasize her last point by crossing her arms under her breasts. She said, “They take all the space in front of the stores, and there isn’t any room for us to walk!”

Running as fast as a leopard, Eugene approached his house after visiting with his friend. He knocked on the door-- no one answered. He knocked again, and his parents opened the door with a frown. They said, “This is for you.” They handed him an opened envelope. He read it