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Personal Narrative: My First Vietnam War

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I was just a mere eight years old the day of the battle, but I remember it like it was just yesterday. My family of three lived in Franklin, Tennessee, not far from the Carter family, whom we were quite close with. On November 21,1864 Union soldiers began to roll in.1 The soldiers dug trenches not too far in front of the Carter’s home. Their house and the Carnton plantation got the worst of it. 30,000 Union soldiers entrenched taking up over two miles,2 with no regard for our little town. The North was waiting for the Confederates to arrive in Franklin, and as soon as they did, all hell broke loose.3 On November 30th4, my father and I were at the Carter’s home. The youngest Carter daughter, Annie, and I were playing while our fathers spoke about business downstairs when we heard a loud crack. Before we could register the sound, a cannon ball tore into the brick house. Annie’s mother raced into Annie’s room and grabbed us by our wrists and dragged us down the stairs to the cellar. I was in shock and didn’t understand what was happening. We sat in the dim, damp cellar for a few moments when someone yanked open the cellar door. Annie and I screamed before we realized it was our fathers …show more content…

The men were discussing the battle quietly. They said that confederate General Hood had made a mistake, after the battle of Spring Hill half of the Ohio army snuck right past the confederates within earshot.5 Other than the men’s talk of battle everyone was silent; occasionally, someone tried to speak but it never lasted. You couldn’t hear yourself think over the sounds of weapons clashing and guns booming above. We stayed like this for five hours until finally the battle seemed to come to an end.6 The sounds of weapons clashing and booming guns stopped, but the screams of boys and men alike, did not. All of us were antsy, wanting to leave the cellar to see what the battle of left behind in the Carter’s

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