Creative Writing: My First Vietnam War

It was just another ordinary day; no one could have predicted it would turn out the way it did. We were assigned to our usual stretch of desolate open road, mostly calm and quiet; maybe a couple of vehicles would pass by per day. My leader, Commander Frank, assigned me to a job. It was my duty, Lieutenant Josh, to watch over the group on a nearby bridge.
It was decided over a coin flip, as it did not involve anything more than sitting in the sun and basking for a couple of hours. It was a favored assignment amongst us; the rest of the group spent the day patrolling up and down the road and checking documents, you know, boring things. Time passes slowly up on that bridge, it gave me time to think about life, the decisions I’ve made, and the …show more content…
In the distance I could see my group looking up, trying to see if I was alright. I had done it; I was going to be okay. The man pushed the gun even harder into my head. “The phone…the phone…make the call now or I shoot.” Hastily, I picked up the phone and without a second thought, dialed the number on the screen. All I could see was a flash of light, quickly met by a heave of force hitting my face. I considered using the confusion to make a run for it but quickly a bag was forced over my head and I was dragged away.
Suddenly, I come back to realization. I’m in my home sitting at the dinner table, my family is around me and there is a delicious meal prepared for us. However, they’re lifeless. I try speaking to my wife, but I get no reply. I get up and I march over to her, and this time I shout right in front of her face, still no reply.
My drifting mind took me to another place, where the wind howled making the trees dance in rhythm. Leaves of varying colors and sizes swirled and cracked against the autumn sky like fire. I was lost in the motions of them, lost in the memories of older, more peaceful days these familiar sights once …show more content…
I'd lost track of time and the glowing sun had begun to set, casting a dim shadow over me. Street lights seemed more vibrant and bright, their glow bouncing off my car and into the black night. "Why did I come back?" I voiced distant and low with the hum of the vehicle. 'What was I expecting to find in these old houses and hills"?
Then suddenly I am brought back to the previous setting. Growing angrier I started throwing things off the table, but still my family remains emotionless just sitting there with vacant looks on their faces, as I begin walking over to the kitchen I trip on something. It’s only as I’m about to hit my head directly on the corner of the kitchen counter top, I wake up.
As I awoke I kept my eyes shut tight preying I would be anywhere other than the hellish cell I had been forced to occupy for the last several days. I took a moment to absorb my surroundings. It was extremely dark and musky, with a tinge that would not leave your nostrils. An unbearable silence occupied the room. The only thing that could be heard was dripping coming from a leak in the roof that streamed down onto a puddle on the

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