Personal Narrative: My First Vietnam War

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A shriek of cry comes out, as I seek for breath to fill my lungs and give me the power to immerse myself into reality. I only thing I remember is her tears dropping like rain as she ran away from all the pain and rising river of blood; the blood shed by her family as they sought to escape from the jaws of the shark that they called home. The pain in her eyes stood out as she ran for her life while protecting her sister in her arms. Her sister scrunched up into a ball in her hands crying, seeking to hold her sister dearly to escape the violence behind them. But I couldn’t do anything, I was captured by the rebels that claimed to free us from the hold, the hold of the government. They didn’t provide us with happiness or the prosperity they promised, they replaced it with the agony of losing our loved ones. …show more content…
But It kept coming back every day since the day they destroyed my life just because they thought my family was rich. They killed everyone, the one they didn’t they captured as soldiers, someone like me. They put a gun in my hand, a gun that was bigger than my body, the thing that created all the agony. They gave me a gun that could have fired bullets into the hearts of my family as they gave up hope, the blood gushing out their wounds as the rebels heartlessly fired more at their direction accompanied with the laughter that broke the stillness in the