Personal Narrative: My First Vietnam War

I was running around from tent to tent and it was chaos I was scared, but I needed to help the people that were hurt it was my job. As a German plane buzzed overhead I, nurse Helen Doyal dropped face down in the mud. As an American nurse serving at a British Army base hospital near the Western Front in 1918, it's my job to help the wounded people and soldiers who fight.

When I first got put in the challenge program I was very scared. I only knew a handful of people and I didn’t know if it was the best fit for me. However, the past 4 years have proven me wrong. I would have been bored and in challenge when you have teachers like Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Hill, you wonder why you questioned yourself.

This is the end, i’m sorry I have to leave you. You have grown so much since the first time I had seen you. I will miss you. At that moment, I realized that I won’t get to see America grow even more than it already has... Ok, before I give away anything else, let’s go to this morning, before all of this happened. It was Friday, April 14, 1865, 7:08am when my wife Mary came into my bedroom and made me the usual breakfast in bed. She got me 1 egg and a cup of coffee. After I got out of bed I went to my office and worked for a while.

I was mounted upon the forty ton steel beast, M4 Sherman. It trampled and stomped on all of its puny enemies that had opposed it. Up ahead there was a German outpost. My heart flustered in anticipation. Ba-Dum, Ba-Dum, Ba-Dum. Caressing the large crimson button, I was ready to devour. The weapon of mass destruction finished aligning with its marked target; the button like a mole went down then quickly went up. Soaring through the sky like superman, the high explosive shell devastated the side of the building. Swivelling the turret towards the exposed infantry garrisoned there, ready to unleash a storm. However there were two deafening bangs. BOOM! BANG! We were oblivious to the other tanks in our platoons as they wanted to break their boredom. Anyone could have smelt our victory from miles away. This wasn’t a battle, this was a massacre. I could feel medals already in my hands.

After war hit, virtually everything was deteriorated. In a four-mile radius from where I stand, not a single architecture except for the government buildings and makeshift shops are still structurally sound. Families are forced to survive, father's craft shelters for their families out of the detritus that remains. Children, including ages of even six years, sleep deprived due to labor, desperately attempt to rest on empty, dented, bed frames. The only people that have real, formal shelters are the aristocrats that pay hundreds of thousands of dollars to hire a room in a government shelter and the government families.

I was stricken down by a poisoned cow and left my family on October 5, 1818. I have chosen to roam as an apparition to watch over my son, Abraham, as a shadow he unaware of. All phantoms appear differently as each has a different reason to roam. Those that need to remind the living of the past will appear as how they died. I am only a spectator so I need not appear at all. I simply wanted to see what happened to my son after I died too young. However, my country is changing and my boy is at the front of war.

When in combat, you always check your surroundings first to make sure the enemy isn’t approaching, and to find a safe place from the weather or the enemy. When you find something like an abandoned farmhouse, it’s a Godsend. I quickly talked to Pierre, telling him about the house and what happened. His leg was clearly broken, and you could see the bone. There was still no time to waste, so I, again, left Pierre, and walked towards the house. As I approached the house, I crouched down. I listened to see if anyone was in the house, but it was completely empty. I walked in. The house was by no means luxurious or fancy, but it was shelter from the cold and dangers outside. The house had been abandoned for- I imagine- a good six weeks. There was

I miss my dad. He was so valiant to defend our country in the Vietnam war. Unfortunately, he was the only one who kept me company, since my mom was always working. Recently, a family moved in down the street. We decided to pay them a friendly visit. My mom, being the sweet woman she was, had time to make cookies and bring them to our new neighbors. The lady who answered the door was named Mrs.Kwon. She had escaped with her daughter from the violence and terror in Vietnam. Mrs.Kwon invited us in. I noticed a girl about my age, with coffee colored hair, and a lilting voice.

It was early when we woke up, the sun hadn’t completely risen and I was already starving. To our surprise, we found that the swamps had expanded and overflowed overnight. We camped at a site which we thought was a dry camping area, but when the sun came out we realised the whole forest floor had become one massive swamp. The stench of the swamp was so overwhelming that I suddenly didn’t feel so hungry anymore. Our balloon basket was gooey and dirty on the outside and on the inside patches of swamp water had seeped into the basket, soaking our sleeping gear and damaging our canned foods. We wrapped all of our spoiled belongings in the tarp and packed up our basket. We inflated the balloon and begun to rise.

Living by myself, I was the ruler for our city. We had strong protection behind us, may walls and a huge army to fight off invaders. No one ever feared for their safety. There were no criminals and no thieves. Everyone got along with one another. Neighboring towns never competed with us or tried to hurt anyone, up until now. I was fast asleep when I heard the ground start to rumble. I looked out my window in disbelief. I thought I was still dreaming. Huge tanks lined up by the dozens outside our mighty walls, and people started to pour out by the hundreds. For the first time in my life I felt unsafe. My army wasn’t ready, and my people were frantic as could be. I sat still hopeless, trying to think of any possible solution. The fleet of intruders started to pour in. There was no other way we could survive. We had to abandon our city. We were now in the middle of a war, whether we liked it or

This kind of situation becomes clear to me when the war start in 2003 in my country and how everything was destroyed and the bomb was everywhere in that time , and we used to stay in the home with our extended family to stay safe and how was everything scary and complicated to stay a life. After the war ended a little bit and we back to school I remember I was happy because I will see my friends and i will play again with them , I went to the school and we start our first class in the school then I saw my teacher face was shocked and we are hearing scream over the school , I don’t know what's going on in that time but I was scary because all the teachers were scared and many people were screaming then I knew that there is a huge number of

I went outside the palace doors and saw the faces of the wonderful and loyal subjects. Everything is going so fine and great. I have a luxurious life, my allies are great, I have the strongest army, and my subjects are loyal. While walking towards the garden I looked over to see a strange military man calling my name. “Emperor Aang!!! Said the military man. It was Colston the lead general of all the armies. ‘’What happened”? I saw the frightened look on his face and knew that something was out of place. “The cities that want our treasures have attacked us from all sides, including the north, east, and west. You have to tell us what to do now, and the plan to stop them!’’ My heart dropped and out of everything this was the last thing that I thought would actually happen. I sat down to catch a

I was traumatized after what has happened. The sky that was once blue was now gray. Most of the human race has been wiped out and the only survivors are hiding underground. Not much food is left and there is only a couple more months before we all die. A man they call Joey “the Destroyer” is out to eradicate humans because of what they have done. His whole family has been killed by Nazi and he has lived a lonely, sad life. The humans have been getting smarter and smarter and found a way to time travel. Joey saw this opportunity to get revenge and thought of a plan to somehow steal it. Joey has seen how to work the Time machine and all he has to do is get in it and no one can stop him at that point. The time machine is guarded 24/7 by the FBI.

My hands were covered in blood.. It was only a matter of time till they caught me.. I could hear the roaring of the wind. The heavy breathing coming from my own chest.. My stomach ached in pain. I could feel the tears beginning to escape from my eyes...

"M...mo...m," I tried to yell for my mother, but I began to vigorously cough as tears streamed down my muddy face. I knew I wouldn't stop fighting to find someone. But, I needed to get somewhere the ruffians couldn't spot me, just until things died down, since helicopters were everywhere. I realized I needed to figure out the schedules of when they searched, but now isn't the time to worry about that.