Creative Writing: My First Vietnam War

I heard the lights flicker from the flashes and the camera’s shutter from the snapping of the photos as I came out of the locker room. My name was constantly shouted throughout the crowd, and the microphones from the reporters appeared closer and closer to my face.

Bullets whizzed over their heads, spat out from the german machine gun.James sat crouched with his back pressed against the sludgy wall of the trench.The clouds covered the sky like a dark blanket, not a single sunray to be seen.James forcefully ripped a grenade off the coughing corpse next to him, he pitied the poor soul choking on gas, noticing the crimson puddle his head was surrounded by. He cocked the hammer of his revolver, took aim and abolished his misery He threw explosive holding on to the ring. A few moments passed and silence filled the air.

The warm summer breeze was a nice change from yesterday's bitterly cold southerly wind. The sun was shining brightly and the lawn was shimmering green. Charlene was out on the veranda, watching her two babies frolicking around on the grass. Owen, dressed in an army green button-up shirt and knee-skimming shorts, was running around wreaking havoc on the ant nests by the oak tree.

She ran as fast as her feet could take her. The moonlight weaved in and out of the branches illuminating spots she could reach. She did not dare to turn back to look over her shoulder because she knew it is how the killer always got the victim. Her white slip teared when it got snagged against a branch. Her fingers gripped the silk material and held it together by the tattered seams. She quickly began her escape once more and found a clearing from the icy branches.

He counted to ten, took another deep breath and set off running, every step taking him deeper into the emptiness of the wilderness. His long legs rapidly eating up the ground beneath him, digging his heels into the soft undergrowth. He was in for a long journey, every step of it alone. The cuts on his wrist stung as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of

“Trees towered upwards with bending boughs holding the weight of the freshly fallen snow. A blanket of snow hid away all traces of animal life although you could hear the krawing of a murder of crows. Their hidden presence was foreboding to all men who passed through the forest. It was a signal of another starved beast returning to the earth. Even the most frivolous found the endless winter to be a burden.

"Are you ready men? As Patrick Henry once said 'Give me liberty or give me death!' Are we ready to fight for our liberty?" Captain John Parker yelled before we prepared to our first battle battle with the British.

My new, too-small boots make a loud thumping sound as I scuff through the enormous dirt landscape that seems to go on indefinitely. I can feel my belt tight around my waist heavy with bullets I pray that I don't have to use. The helmet I am wearing is strapped too tight under my chin, slightly pinching my neck. The open plains here remind me of a farm, once holding animals, now holding soldiers. After standing around awkwardly for a few minutes, watching everyone go about their training someone notices me and begins to come over to the ancient wire fence entangled with undergrowth that I have taken refuge near. The man struggles through the unruly crowd to reach me and immediately I notice that his uniform is different to mine, this man looks as if he is very high up in the ranks, perhaps a general. "'Ey son, how are ya?"

A dark and smoky gray night fell over the green grass. An old lamp at the end of an overused power cord of a wooden pole was swinging in the wind. It lit up the surroundings of the construction and printed my moving shadow on the wall behind me. In the half-light of dusk, I walked out of the ruins that minimally protected me from the wrath of the RPF and showed my face to a fire-breathing dragon. I walked into a thick and wet mist that linked up with the wind to whisper ghostly oohs in my ears. I was scared and my legs trembled. Under the dim light, I could not see anything. The smoking of the war clouded the roof of the region and the cold breeze spread an odor of blood and brought the moans of dying people. The dense haze covering my vision

Not a sound could be heard anywhere. Not in the stillness of the shadows, in any recess, not even a whisper disturbed the fresh, quiescent air, until, “Wakey! Wakey! My old shipmates! Rise and shine! Get your horrible torsos out of your loathsome bunks and get moving! We’ve got a war to fight and a good one it will be too!”

I should head to the pond again, something new may have appeared. I race there, tripping and ripping my dress so just a modest amount remains, my shoes have fallen off; lost to the monster that is the forest. I clutch the dying rose to my chest; its thorns cutting into my skin, hoping what little warmth I can give suffices to keep it alive for a little longer. I amble around the boundary of the pond, looking in every nook and cranny, all I find is a dead pearl white rabbit and a few rotten bones and coins. I sit in the mauled root of the shrinking willow tree that I tripped over previously; as I sit there I feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

Now to tell you about the rest of my time in Vietnam. First I was assigned into a new ship which is in Mekong Delta, which was on of the worst places there. We were attacked several times but most times we were fine, but the last attack was one of the worst days of my life Moses was shot and killed. It was devastated now all I want to do now is just go home.

A moment from this novel that lingered in my mind is when Kropp said this, '"I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple."' This lingered in my mind a lot. Kropp was no older then the age of twenty when this happened. It is sad that a young man like Kropp would even ever have to have thoughts of suicide because their leg was blown off. The war inflicted a lot of damage on the young soldiers lives and seemed to not benefit anyones life. Another thing that lingered in my head is this, "will make a grand feed. About twenty yards from our dug-out there is a small house that was used as an officers' billet. In the kitchen is an immense fireplace with two ranges,

Overview: On the night of July 4th 2026, the unthinkable happened. The North crossed over the border to the South, and the war among the Koreans has begun. The second the North crossed over the border all hands were on deck. Here in Allendale, California the news struck hard, in the military barracks all had become havoc, for the worst that was imagined had begun.

(opens the journal and starts to write) I remember it like it was yesterday, it was December 24, 1914. We had an unofficial truce. The spirit of Christmas was in the air, and it was The most irregular zone to be! It was in a region of World War I on the battlefield as I sat in the rock and bullet shells with my allies by my side. My allies and I were talking. “I wonder if the general will find out.” One of them questioned, “HA! Right like they will ever find out.”replied another. They did, though, but it’s ok. The German, British, and of course our troops laid down their guns and bombs and celebrated