Creative Writing: My First Vietnam War

Words: 1880
Pages: 8

It is dark and gloomy. The sky is filled with clouds that are gray, large, and puffy filled with rain that is about to burst and drench us.
I am already freezing and wet. My body tenses as my hand and feet begin to go numb from the howling wind that blows our boat toward shore. We were still 50 miles from shore and I shaking with fear about what was to happen. I am not okay. Today is June 7, 1944.
I will make the Germans pay. The Germans killed my family; all of them. I fight for them. I will kill all those who brought this pain into my life.
Another spray of water stung my face like a thousand needles. The other soldiers on the boat were young like me. Some even barely in their teens. Our fleet was the youngest to be sent into battle.
“Liam! STOP day dreaming! We have a war to win! We are not here to think of our feelings. You do not want to be the only
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As the gun shook me from the backfire, I started to rock as though something had vibrated my whole body. As I saw the commander’s lifeless body fall to the ground. The body hit the ground with a loud thump. My mind was screwed up and I was regretful of what I had just done. This man did not deserve to die. He was just fighting for his country. Why did I just do that? He did not need to die. But if I did not kill him I would die. I was so selfish I thought to myself. I could not deal with the pain. The pain that I had just killed an innocent man. It was tearing me apart. It felt as though I killed someone I knew. The guilt was unbearable. It clinged to me like a dead weight. Weighing me down making me feel so small. I knew that I would have this pain for the rest of my life but my family would want me to stay alive. They would want me to finish my life out and succeed. So even though my head was pounding and images were flashing through my head of the dead man on the ground. I had to get through the rough times so I can be strong for the easy