Creative Writing: The First Vietnam War

The fall rain pounded against the almost opaque window of the car or the miserable excuse of one they were driving. The fall leaves scattered across the highway made a satisfying crunch as the car scuttled away to its next destination. Inside John was getting vexed by the crappiness of the ride, driving the car with one hand and trying to massage his aching back with the other. The already uncomfortable seat paired with the seemingly endless amount of potholes made the idea of a proper ride seem almost as plausible as a cure. Thinking back to the time when he rode his Harley—its smooth leather seat, the roar of the engine, and the wind in his face— he, as he often times would, began to linger in memories of the past. Meanwhile, in the backseat,

Despite being on the verge of a riot, everyone fell silent when they heard a door break open across the street. There they saw a man tumbling out with a German Shepard sinking its jaws into the arm. Behind him were two little girls and an older woman. As they ran to get away from whatever was in the building, a dozen soldiers rushed out from the building and after a quick chase, tackled the family of four to the ground. They were promptly cuffed, lined up on their knees, and patted down. The man suddenly stood up and pleaded to the solider guarding him at gunpoint. “PLEASE! We’re not infected, I swear! You got to believe me!” To which the solider responded by slamming the butt of his rifle into the man’s head, demanding he remained on his knees. They two little girls were sobbing uncontrollably and everyone in the crowd looked on with anguish. Out of the blue, an officer with a hazmat suit on approached them. He pulled out what looked like a giant metal detector, except everyone knew he wasn’t searching for weapons. It had become so quiet that to this day John thought he could of hear the scurrying of the rats in the sewers below them. One by one he ran the metal rod over their heads until he heard a beep. He looked down to be met with the devastated expression the little girl